Playing Dress-Up

Ali bought me a gift at the St. Kate's bookstore, her place of employment, the other day. Halloween merchandise is on display, you see; yes, it's apparently Halloween season already. (Actually, according to the decor at Marshall Field's in the Maplewood Mall, Christmas is just around the corner. It's nothing against Christmas - don't get me wrong, I love twinkly lights and evergreen-scented candles and all that - but in September? Really?)

The gift - a lovely bracelet, comprised of alternating distressed black spherical beads and weathered white miniature bones, strung on a band of black elastic. It has inspired me thusly: for Halloween, I shall either be a character from the Flintstones or a Goth.

Which one, which one?