ALL HALLOWS EVE

Hallowe'en-Joel Bento

Pixie, kobold, elf and spite

All are on their rounds tonight,

In the wan moon's silver ray

Thrives their helter-skelter play.

Fond of cellar, barn or stack

True unto the almanac

they present to credulous eyes

Strange hobgoblin mystereis.

Cabbage stumps, straws wet with dew, Apple-skins, and chestnuts too,

And a mirror for some lass

Show what wonders come to pass.

Doors they move through, and gates they hide, 

Mischiefs that on moonbeams ride

Are their deeds-and, by their spells,

Love records it's oracles.

Don't we all, of long ago

By the ruddy fireplace glow,

In the kitchen and the hall. Those queer, coof-like pranks recall?

Every shadows, eerie were they then-

But tonight they come again;

Were we once more but sixteeen

Precious would be Hallowe'en.

A Happy Hallows to you all. 

Grab a cocktail and enjoy the music for the day!

 

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.