Insta Issues and Halloween Horrors

Halloween month is over, happy November! 
Sushi Halloween Costume

Although my Halloween celebrations turned out to be rather unsuccessful, my costume (self-praisingly) did not. After three weeks of a little bit of work here and there and a subconscious desire to eat it, I finally got to strut my California Roll stuff (all around the house).

Mine is a tear-jerking tale that began last week when an unexpected work call left me without a Shrimp Nigiri date for our intended Halloween party and ended this Saturday when some bad chicken followed by a surplus of signs left me in costume, in character… and in a mild state of depression when we ended up not leaving the house.

My dilemma was a modern version of the classic ‘if a tree falls’ query: if you spend three weeks making a Halloween costume and then no one ever sees it, did you really make it? 

In this fast-paced, technologically-driven, social media-lovin’, sushi-craving world, there was one unprecedented question on my mind:

Can I still post a picture of my costume on Instagram?

Opportunities to wear a sushi costume, as you can imagine, are few and far between. A brainstorming session on possible upcoming occasions where this attire would be suitable resulted in little success and the picture I had just taken looked up at me, begging to be filtered.

This picture of our pre-Halloween night swiftly became a picture of us chillin’ at home dressed like our fav foods. Would it still be normal to show the world what I could have done tonight?

If I wanted to take this to a whole new, unrelated, totally far-fetched and not the same, level – it is almost (not at all) like posting a picture of you in your wedding dress after you Maggie Carpenter-ed it outta there on the big day.

However, I definitely posted it. Stay at home or go out on the town – it’s my costume and I can wear it, bake in it, take pictures in it, swim in it, wear it to uni and, sure as hell, Instagram it!

Bougainvillea And now that October is over and November is here, I find it difficult to be upset that I didn’t celebrate one holiday when my very favourite one is quickly sneaking up on us. Down here, the leaves don’t turn brown or orange and the temperatures don’t drop by the dozen but the air is crisp and the breeze has more of the cool ocean in it than at any other time. I’m happy to have two new sushi-shaped tables and a whole lot of pretty things around me.

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Until next time,

Taylor

 

Weekends Now VS Weekends Then

Sunset in OctoberThe sun was sad to go last Friday. She took her sweet time getting outta here –  showing off a bit on her way out. I was also sad for the sun to go. I wasn’t quite done with my week. We only get two days off of real life per week – shouldn’t we be able to decide when we want them? I have no idea who decided the logistics of the whole weekend thing. Who decided only two days? Who decided that we wait precisely five days before we get them? Who decided that Saturday should have the audacity to have one more syllable than every other day? And who gave this mysterious person the right to make all of these decisions on my behalf? (I know there are actual answers to the majority of these questions but I am not interested in them)

AKA I did nothing Friday night.

Yacht Club

Saturday & Sunday, on the other hand, were beautiful. No couch-traveling was done this weekend as we, instead, lapped up the gifts of home. Blue skies, white sands and other cliches we usually take for granted were embraced and 300 episodes of Drugs Inc. were watched (I’m basically part of the D.E.A.).

WednesdayOne thing that I continually notice is how the way you approach the same experience drastically changes as you get older. It’s only obvious that you won’t have the same reaction to or appreciation for something when you’re 9 as you do when you’re 13, or then as you do when you’re 20.

For example, on Saturday morning we (somehow/magically/apparently/not sure if this really happened) took a walk through Bridgetown, Barbados’ capital. It involves busy streets, window displays, beautiful architecture, multiple Chefettes (you must understand its beauty if you’re going to truly envision this scene I’m painting for you), history and snow cones. However, when I was 8 a trip to town meant my mother was going to make me put on my sneakers and hold her hand for four hours. It involved very loud noises, dirty bathrooms and, sometimes, a pack of Pokemon cards if I went the whole day without hiding from her and thinking it was funny. It pretty much still involves all of these things except instead of Pokemon cards I get a fun new water bottle. However, something I used to dread to my core now gets me more excited than most things. I no longer tell my mother I’m going to jump in the Careenage and swim home if we don’t leave in 30 seconds but, instead, pose for pictures next to it.

Rum Punch

Similarly, a day at The Barbados Yacht Club no longer means my grandmother forcing me to eat chicken nuggets but, instead, perfect bliss (and rum punch).

In The KitchenSunday Breakfast

And Sunday mornings are less about the fact that there’s nothing good on TV (because “One Saturday Morning” only came on ABC on Saturdays for obvious reasons that were not obvious when I was 5) or that I haven’t done any homework all weekend and it’s due tomorrow (even though it should still be very much about this but I’ve decided I take school off on weekends) and is more about the fact that I know how to make crepes. And I know how to eat them. And crepes are yummy.

Catamaran ViewThey’re also about relaxing; and isn’t it so wonderful that we enjoy relaxing?! When I was 10 I hated “relaxing”… and naps, and sweet potatoes and the news. All things that are now in my top ten wonders of life.

Blue MorningsSo for a few minutes this weekend I thought about how maybe it’s a great thing that I’ve gotten older because there are things I enjoy now that I wouldn’t then…

…But then I thought about jumping into a pile of Beanie Babies while listening to “If You Wanna Be My Lover” and sucking on a ring pop and telling my friends that if they don’t come over they won’t be invited to my birthday party and I realized that no. While 20 is beautiful because with it comes an appreciation and an understanding of things around you, it doesn’t compare to jumping into a pile of Beanie Babies.

Until next time,

Taylor

Ghosts of Halloweens Past

Welcome to October! To steal a very thought provoking question from approximately 55% of my Facebook friends and 75% of the people I follow on twitter: Where has the year gone? I am struggling to wrap my head around the fact that we are already in the ber‘s! (Is it too early for me to be excited for Christmas? Don’t answer that.)

Cafe

As I try my best to stop myself from humming Last Christmas in the shower and make an effort to only pin Christmas crafts to “secret boards”, I’ve started channelling my energy towards another fabulously superficial holiday, i.e. Halloween. I’m not sure exactly what it is about this day that has allowed it to sneak its way into my heart and steal the position of Second Best Time of The Year (one guess at the reigning champion) but I’ve always been a die-hard Halloween junkie. There’s a chance it could be related to the abundance of chocolate, the extra ammunition for procrastination and the opportunity to critically examine the creativity of my “peers” but, most likely, it’s a genetic disorder stemming from my mother’s obsession with/exquisite appreciation for the occasion.

I had said that this blog was to be about the things that keep me busy and, lately, because I’ve been left with only my sister to play with this last week and she’s not interested, that’s been Halloween. Because I can’t share with you what I have planned for this year’s get-up (oh, it’s good), I thought I’d share a few easy costume ideas from my past that might spark your early-bird Hallowplanning (or just make you cringe… either way).

1. Girl-Group Go-To:

Ninja Turtles

We’ve always leaned away from the “excuse to be slutty” and towards the “excuse to make people realize we’re pretty damn cool” Halloween costume. This Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle costume from a couple years ago was pretty easy to put together and won us a $500 bar tab. So basically the two things you want to deal with on October 31st.

The only difficult-ish part of the costume was the shell which we had no idea how to approach. Luckily, one of the turtle’s had the strings to pull to get each of us our very own shell-cushion. We attached them to our backs just like a backpack. The shirts cost $10, we stuck our “turtle abs” felt cut-outs on, personalized the belts and face masks and that’s pretty much the end.

2. The Costume To Avoid:

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This was a good one. Said no one ever except my mum.

Mulan was the latest Disney Princess and the had-to-have hairstyle of the time was paper.

3. The Coolest Costume:

Mum Ice

(Got the cool joke?)

It was as easy as shiny material, a logo off an empty bag of ice and a piece of string. Ingenious, hilarious and ridiculously easy. This costume has to be one of my all time favourites, I’m just waiting until I reach a suitable age to pull off the bloomer-type shorts and puffy turtle neck.

A good Halloween costume, in my (no) expertise (whatsoever), calls for something that makes people go:

“How smart!”, “How funny!”, “How did they do that?”, or “How didn’t I think of that?”

Or maybe that’s just me trying to sound like I know something. Either way, they’re not bad things to hear, right?

Until next time,

Taylor.

Something that Scares Me

Eleanor Roosevelt said:

“Do one thing every day that scares you.”

(No, this mantra was not coined by your over-active Facebook friends in search of thought-provoking statuses. I was surprised too.)

If you’ve seen this quote, and you’re like me, it’s made you reflect upon your relatively sheltered life. I definitely don’t do one scary thing a day, I’m not even sure if I do one a month. Every time I see it I ponder my day:

Breakfast wasn’t that scary, cereal’s easy… I guess it was sort of scary driving to school, I hear that can go wrong some times… That episode of Drugs Inc. was semi-alarming… 

However, there is nothing that I purposely do in order to be petrified and until I started seeing this quote on every “Words To Live By” Pinterest board I thought that was a normal way to live your life. But! Lo and behold! When Eleanor looked me in the face last night as I was browsing the cyber space I felt her pat me on the back…

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I love the beach. But the beach at night, not gonna lie, scares the bajeebers out of me.  It’s just one of those things that doesn’t feel natural. Quickly: 3 words that come into your head when you hear the word “beach”? Sand, sea, SUN. Emphasis on the sun. But last night when my boyfriend came home from the gym and suggested the whole scaling of the neighbour’s wall and taking a quick dip in the sea I went for it. We didn’t last long as I can guarantee I wasn’t the playful beach babe he was looking for – more like a paranoid squealing mess – but it happened, I was scared, the end.

I’m not sure when next I’ll do something that scares me but, in light of my new-found thrill-seeking nature, here is a short list of things that scare me that maybe I should try to do soon:

  • Failing school
  • Contracting a deathly illness
  • Really large fires

Until next time,

Taylor