Monday, October 29, 2012

Happy Halloween (And Yes, I Know I'm 2 Days Early)!


I absolutely LOVE Halloween!

And Dressing Up!

(Which is a little bit surprising, because i'm usually so serious about things.)

But Boyfriend and i went to TWO Halloween parties this past Saturday evening:
one was a friend of mine, and the other was a co-worker of Boyfriend's.
We had a fun time at both, but i think i had more fun at the co-worker's 'cause there was Dancing!  

I love to dance!

And Dancing *while* dressed up?!?!
Bonus!!!   (Unless it's a cumbersome costume, of course.)

We went as Pirates, though looking at the picture, Boyfriend certainly looks more like a pirate than i do...  But we had fun!!!  And isn't that what it's all about, anyway?  =-)
Me & Boyfriend, Halloween 2012
Just before going out!

(Thank you Kitty for letting me borrow the dress & tutu!)   =-)


I can't remember if i blogged about it, but i dressed up a couple of weekends back to go to the local Renaissance Festival with my daughters.  Kitty & i *usually* dress up when we go to Ren Fest.  We LOVE it!  I think we love it *because* of all the costumes.  =-)  Tons of people dress up, and when it first began, most people were mainly into "authentic" costumes.  You know, dress that was accurate to the period.  No zippers or plastic or anything like that, 'cause that stuff hadn't been invented yet.
But now?!  Now, most people kinda throw together whatever they feel like, and wear *that* to the Ren Fest.  
And I LOVE IT!!!
I'm *not* against "authenticity" by any means!
But if i don't have the time, or the money, or the desire, or the *what-have-you* to acquire an "authentic" costume, i don't think *that* should stop me from dressing up and having fun and being HAPPY at the Ren Fest!!!
It may be just me.
Whatever.

Here's a picture of me with a friend:


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Well CRAP!  I thought i had a picture of us on my computer, but apparently my daughter sent it to me in a text message...  So *now* i'll have to figure out how to get it off of my phone and onto my computer!!!

...it's gonna be awhile...
Please don't wait.
And REALLY don't hold your breath!


How about an old one of Boyfriend & me on a Halloween about 5 to 7 years ago?

An Old-fashioned Gangster & his Flapper


Hmmm...  That's funny.  Allllll the times i've dressed up for Halloween, and i can't find any pictures?!?!  Guess i'll have to do a bit of research on this subject...
'Cause i *know* we've had pictures taken of us!!!


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I've been thinking lately about compliments & critiques...
Why is it that it's easier for us to "accept" a critique than it is 
to accept a compliment?

When someone tells me "Your hair's a mess." i hear and accept it without a second's hesitation, and i get this internal dialogue going about what a mess my hair really is.
But when someone tells me, "I love your hair!" i get all this internal dialogue about what a mess my hair really is.  It's almost as if i never even *heard*  the compliment!

And i'm only using my hair as an example here.
It's the same thing with *ANY* compliment/critique.
I'm sure it probably has something to do with survival, and needing to evaluate ourselves in order to "better" ourselves along the journey, but really?  We've taken to criticizing ourselves too much!

We take the Negative to heart, and allow the Positive to be brushed off so easily.

So, here's something for you (and me) to try.
When someone gives you a compliment - about *anything!* - try to Honestly *hear* it.  
Maybe even repeat what the person says!

And also?  Allow the Adult-you to talk to the Child-you, to nurture the Child-you, to comfort the Child-you.  
Allow the Adult-you to compliment the Child-you, and allow the Child to 
Truly Hear the compliment - to receive it.
We need to stop putting ourselves down.
We need to start patting ourselves on the back a bit.

We need to show ourselves Love.


I hope you have a WONDERFUL week!!!!!
I'll try to figure out how to get that other picture on my computer so you can see it too.
=-)










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