I’m not one for the fanfare of Halloween. I apologize if you are, and this makes me a grump. I’ve just never really liked dressing up. When I was a kid, half of the costumes wouldn’t fit me (chubby kid syndrome), and as I got older, my costumes never felt funny or witty enough. There was one year that Cat and I dressed up as each other (she as a Rose; me as a Cat). That was the year I loved. That was the year we won a Jenga game. Another year I dressed up as windblown woman (an idea stolen from a friend). Other than that, nothing much to report.
Despite my lack of enthusiasm for escapism, I do enjoy creative projects tied into Halloween. So last night, Cat hosted our friends Cortney and Kelly over for a night of pumpking carving and catching up.
I enjoyed the way we all figured out what we wanted to make. Cat and Kelly both had ideas in mind already, while Cortney and I doodled on newspaper and sat quietly. Truthfully, nothing spoke to me this year. I googled pumpkins and found an abstract design that seemed pleasant.
Then, we all got to work. Which involved a lot of concentration:
and a good amount of conversation:
At one point, Kelly came into the room and said I looked incredibly sad. I wasn’t, but while I do find the activity of carving pumpkins to be therapeutic, I also find it tiring. My arms are the weakest part of my body. I guess it’s good I finally gave them a workout.
In the end, it was totally worth it. My pumpkin might not hold very much meaning. Nor does it represent my life in any way. But it’s something I’ve never done before, and I’m proud of it for that reason. For once, I’m not going to overanalyze what these shapes or pattern mean. It is what it is, and I’m fine with that. Self judgement is too exhausting; I’ve given that up this fall. I just love that golden glow on the porch. Feels like home today.
Do you like to carve pumpkins? What have you made this year or in the past of which you’re proud?