A BRIEF HALLOWEE'EN TOUR

It's been a while since we had a little walk around the Casa du Borghese. What a better time to have some small peeks into my sanctuary then at Hallowe'en time. Our tricks or treats was last night, so I Ieft work a tad early to do some things around the house. People at work were griping about Halloween and decorating and such, and I have no idea why since they don't decorate or "do" Halloween. I myself love most holidays but Halloween and Thanksgiving are my two favorites. But remember when Halloween meant running the entire neighborhood until your legs gave out and mischief night? You would carefully take weeks to select your boxed costume, have a pillowcase or cute bucket to collect the candy and a crew of you would go out and were to be home by 10pm. You'd hit every house, rank them by their candy. Full size candy bars were legends. The house with boxed raisins? Not so much. Then you'd trade candy on the livingroom floor like Wall Street brokers and wake up November 1st with a sugar hangover. I feel sorry for kids these days never knowing the magic of the Halloween night, the decorations and such.  Now? Kids get chauffeured house to house like tiny celebrities. Parents idle at the curb, or they go to this weird trunk or treats in a parking lot where buckets are filled in 15 minutes. Efficient? Sure. Magical? Nope. And in the neighborhood like here last night, it now only goes from 6-8pm!!! WHAT? At least the kids made an effort. I have some friends in neighborhoods where teens show up not even dressed up, or the little ankle biters aren't even dressed. At least the ones I saw here last night were cute and they seemed to be having fun.And for the love of the Goddess Halloween lands on a Saturday this year...so there is no excuse to not have tricks or treats that night, plus it's not a school night! I will continue to embrace the magic.

Upon getting home I did some branch and leaf burning in the firepit...or was a conjuring the dead? Then it was off to get the beggers candy bags ready.

One of my favorite rooms...the living room. Warning ahead. Sophie is a photo bomber. My sofa is comfy but the desk and the chair next to it are my go to places to be.

Love the ginger jar from the Arhaus Dynasty. There is another one that sat with this one but I don't know what Ms.Moorecock did with it. "Ms Moorecock,Anita! What are you hiding in the corner for? What did you do with the other Arhaus ginger jar?" "Don't you remember, you lush? You crashed it." "What do, what do you mean I crashed it?" "Don't you remember that happy hour weeks ago you got carried away with the houseboys and gin? We had to send it out to the restorers." "Oh this is ridiculous, it should have been here for this brief tour."

A few touches of Hallows in the kitchen.

In the spare bedroom are these works of art. These are from the talents of blog buddy Ms. Scarlet who hails from the UK and is very talented with her beautiful calligraphy and colleges. Yes, Ms Scarlet, I even framed the envelope!

And of course you heard the Mistress loves her juice. And here's the "juice bar". Oh. excuse me a minute. "Ah... Ms. Moorecock! Ms. Moorecock, there's not enough juice out here, I'm talking about the juice we keep in the house. It's quite barren if I have to say." Well let's keep moving.

Then we have the boudoir, my favorite room, where the Mistress also like to slumber, read, and I do some of my best entertaining and wheeling and dealing. Never mind the murderess on the bed.

A view of the front porch last night. I craved two pumpkins and I'll have you know I even roasted the pumpkin seeds with several spices and truffle oil. They were fabulous!

Well kids, thanks for joining in on this Hallows tour! I say embrace Halloween. But for now, I have only one thing to say.....

HENDRICKS!!!!!!!!

MY, WHAT A BIG BONE

 

This classic Halloween picture of my late Buster Bolfig Borghese still cracks me up when I see it.  I could never figure out if he was worried or salvating?Taken in Lambertville.

LATE NIGHT.....GRANT KNOCHE

While I do love Troy Sivan alot, for some reason I have been in the Grant Knoche camp more. First of all, the guy is sexy as hell, and his dancing puts me into a trance. He would easily seduce me on a dance floor. With his new album, Good Luck Getting Over Me, just saw two leashes this this month. One of his newest, Stripped, has never made me pause a video so much. Whew. Grants' synth-driven, deep bass, and often intimate pop songs, which often make you drawn to them, are different and unique. All written and produced by him. He was always on a 7 or 8, but boy just went up and over a ten with the heat. As our dear own Fatsissy would say Ohh heeeeennnnyyyy!! And he just started touring with this album, so Grant if you're reading and need a place to crash and relax...just give the Mistress a call baby.

POSTCARDS FROM SEA WITCH

It seems to be a tradition unfolding as the Sea Witch Festival and my birthday are being planned every year now. This was the third year the clan and I went, and I'm fine with that as I love Hallowe'en. We already booked for next year. Besides, who gets a whole parade for their birthday??? The parade was another fun one, a three-hour parade, and then some libations in pubs afterwards. Many good costumes by parade revealers and in the parade, great bands, and boys everywhere. We stay at friends Garrett and Franks B&B, The Rehoboth Guest House, to give them the business. I highly recommend their place for an extended stay. Do they ever put out a nice morning breakfast!!! And all-day coffee room, with coffee and teas, and everything one needs for entertaining at your fingertips, great and warm staff, and you meet the other guest. We have met the nicest people there and everyone mingles. The lesbians we met there this summer and hung out with, booked to coincide with us, and returned just to see us and joined in on my birthday drunken mess. And as you'll see Garrett loves Halloween too! Some of the snaps...

Loved these floating candles in the hallway Garrett did!

The view at night out my balcony window.

My Sea Witch/hag get up for the parade. One of three looks this year.

And this was a houseguest named Reed. Yeah. If camp counselors all looked like this, I might have went! He did however enjoy my balcony with the colored lights. And he even had a jock strap on under those shorts....ahem....Let me see if I can continue...

We caught Roxy Overbrook's cabaret at the Blue Moon. And scene in town at the parade...

When at the Purple Parrot it's a thing to post a dollar bill in the joint somewhere with a note on it. There must be thousands on the walls, ceilings, you name it. This one was right in front of me!!

But in my case after the weekend, I'm still alive, wink wink....