It was the month that the leaves turned, the weather became cooler, we stopped being bale to get laundry to dry on the outside line, and we started to hunker down. At least, that’s the reason I’m giving for having spent the afternoon making Swedish cinnamon rolls and devouring far more of them than is truly good for me. Welcome to October, with only one month standing between us and the official start of the winter, and I’m-not-counting-and-I’ve-got-my-fingers-in-my-ears-la-la-la days until Christmas. And though the month has whistled past as usual, for once I think my internal clock of the passing year is in time with what’s actually going on outside the window.
It feels autumnal, and after a wonderful chilled out two weeks of half term, the children at least feel rested and calm and really excited to be going back to school/nursery/playgroup and seeing their friends and throwing themselves into whatever comes between now and the end of term. I’ve loved being able to see a little bit more of them than usual, and taking a couple of days off to declutter the house has left us just as untidy as usual (I’m claiming it’s the natural consequence of a house full of five creative people), but with places to put everything so that tidying up doesn’t take as long and isn’t as much of a hassle. Spring cleaning obviously has its traditions, but perhaps autumn cleaning could be a thing too; after all, if you’re about to spend the best part of your days inside for the next few months it makes sense to sort it out while you still have a glimmer of daylight.
With the clocks turning back, that glimmer of daylight has well and truly gone and if there ever were a time of year to take photos inside, now is not it, not in our house anyway.
Which posed somewhat of a challenge for us this month, because when I said I wanted to take our Me and Mine photos this weekend, John, firmly backed by Kitty, suggested that we wear Halloween costumes. And as it’s (a) funny and (b) makes up for the fact that I’ve failed on most counts Halloween as we haven’t got a pumpkin, haven’t gone on a pumpkin trail and haven’t even made spider cupcakes, I agreed without a second thought.
We gambled and headed up to the windmill at roughly about lunchtime, hoping that everyone else who owns and walks dogs and is usually up there would be sat down tucking into their roast beef. It worked; for the first 20 minutes we had the entire place to ourselves, which is so much fun because you can run around and set up whatever angles you like without worrying about being in someone else’s shot, or ending up with them in yours. So with our further ado, may I present the Halloween version of my little family:
The girls’ costumes are the easy ones; Kitty is a cat (complete with tail) and Elma is whatever Sainsburys think a Halloween Princess looks like, complete with sash and some extraordinary pink and grey hair that she adores for reasons which are entirely beyond me.
Pip, well Pip was also on the very same costume buying expedition with his grandparents that saw the girls so spectacularly decked out, but while he now owns a pumpkin outfit, as soon as we put it on he looked up at me, “No like it Mama! No like it!”. We took it off and offered him an Olaf snowman instead, but with the same result. So if you’ll lend me a bit of your imagination, Pip is a pirate. The shorts and stripy shirt are his own, the pirate cap is John’s from another hockey tour and the sword belonged originally to my aunt who celebrated a big birthday with a pirate party. In it’s time it has been swung by Kitty and Elma to great effect and while Pip may have been embracing his inner Poldark and using it for a little light scything of the long grass, it was more than ample bribery and corruption that he’d wear the hat.
And John and me? Well John is a cat-penguin, a sort cat-woman, but penguin, thanks to a cat mask donated by Kitty and a penguin onesie from a Secret Santa at work a couple of years ago. I am, well I’m not exactly sure. The cape was originally made for John to be Professor Chaos on another hockey tour and the mask was from our dressing up box, so I’m claiming to be Batman’s Mother – all the powers and the person who got Batman to tidy his room. I’ve never actually watched any of the films, my Batman is from the Lego movie so if I’ve missed something crucial let me know!
As a set of photos they are crazy and silly and I love them unashamedly. One of these days these three little people of ours will look back on these photos and know that their parents were utterly daft, and completely prepared to look silly for their entertainment. They are us in those moments when everything is just exactly right and I know that in them is my happiness found.
Just as they are; crazy senses of humour and all – my little family, in October: