Bad Wolf: A Doctor Who Halloween

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Halloween is just a few days away! Who is excited?!

Okay. So…Halloween is not my favorite holiday. I’m not a fan of the whole “being scared” ordeal any time of the year, but especially during the month of October. I can’t get on board with haunted corn maze “fun” or really anything that has the word “haunted” or “spooky” in the title. And forget about television – there’s always a horror film ad waiting to send me cowering under the covers with my ears plugged & eyes squeezed shut until those thirty seconds have finally passed. I just can’t do it. I’ve tried. But luckily, that’s not what October is all about. There are plenty of wonderful things that October brings with its crisp wind & changing colors. I love homemade pies, decorating the house with friendly pumpkins, candy corn, & tiny tissue ghosts, and anything pumpkin. Last week I made chicken enchiladas with a pumpkin sauce…my goodness it was delicious, thank you Martha. I love warming teas, knee high socks, and cozy scarves. Fall is a wonderful, wonderful time of the year.

Now back to Halloween! I’m spending the week down in Eugene with the boyfriend & our friends. So I actually had a reason for creating a costume this year! And I get to answer the door and see all the little truffles dressed up, too! I’m pretty excited. I am a huge fan of homemade costumes, and I haven’t purchased a costume from the store since the sixth grade. But I’ve never fully created my own costume from scratch before. And I’m pretty excited to share with you what I came up with.

We went to a party this last Friday & it was a great success. Here I am with my Doctor when we got home. (His suit jacket really wasn’t that short, I promise)

Doctor & TARDIS

My obsession for Doctor Who cannot be summed up with any amount of adjectives. My love, addiction, my complete enthrallment in what has become a culture of its own is far beyond anything described as a simple fandom. Never in my life have I loved any character as much as I love The Doctor. Never have I wept over the misfortunes of a character’s life, rejoiced in his triumphs, or longed to comfort him in the darkest of times. The entire staff of Doctor Who is beyond brilliant & to be a part of the creative team would be a dream come true. I am 100% Whovian.

So naturally, this year it was only right that I express my complete devotion to The Doctor by personifying his TARDIS. And naturally, the boyfriend would play my Doctor. I love all the Doctors, but I love David Tennant most. So my costume is influenced by the Tennant era. How could I not?

Tennant is Adorable

So here she is – my TARDIS costume.  My universe waistcoat is an altered thrifted linen blazer that I hand painted (a more in-depth post on just how I did that is on the way). My dress started out as a floor length velvet skirt. And my top hat was created from scratch. (Threadbanger has a wonderful tutorial on how to make your own mini hat!) I also found my blue shoes in nearly new condition at my local thrift store.  For my legs, I layered a pair of grey tights with a loose knit patterned tight over top. I created the “bad wolf” graffiti out of felt that I painted and hand-stitched it on. And I printed the police box door sign onto fabric to create a pocket. I curled my hair with a 1/4 inch barrel. It only took 3/4 of “The Mask of Zorro” to curl all my locks. The finishing touch was my house key turned TARDIS key hanging from my neck.

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Cat Lady Status: The Beginning

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You guys. I’m obsessed with my cats. If you haven’t seen them yet, check out my photography blog where I shared photos of them last month before beginning my campaign for find new homes. My babies are outdoor kitties – they were born in one of our stalls & I instantly fell in love . Naturally, they have become quite familiar with the property & enjoy exploring. They particularly like to visit the goats & use their pen as a giant litter box. It’s pretty adorable. But honestly, I think our relationship has reached the stage in which the term “cat lady” can be used freely. And these are my reasons why.

1. I think about them all the time. Most of it is wondering what they’re doing, if they’re comfortable, if they have enough food to eat. Whether or not they’ve ventured too far away and won’t be able to find their way home. If they’ve gotten hurt. 

2. I miss them the second they leave my sight. Even if we’re playing a game of chase the baling twine in the barn and they happen to run behind my legs – in that split second I can’t see them – seriously. It’s bad. 

3. I’ve smuggled them into the house just so I can snuggle with them. Cats aren’t allowed indoors…but my kittens aren’t just ANY joe-schmoe cats. They are three of the most adorable creatures that have ever lived. And they love snuggle time. Take that all you  tumblrs filled with adorable animal photos and GIFs. I don’t need you.   

4. I’m writing this post. 

5. Nearly all of my photos on my phone are of them. I look at them all the time. And I share them openly with my friends like a woman new to motherhood. Because babies are freaking cute, everyone. And we must look at them. All. The. Time. I’m so glad babies exist. All babies. Baby humans, baby animals. All babies are cute.

6. Look. At. Them.

Cheese

Meet Cheese.  She loves to cuddle & is very mild-tempered. Not even Jack, our blue heeler, bothers her. Her favorite activity besides cuddling & sun bathing is following behind you wherever you go like a little shadow. Look at her itty-bitty paws! Eeeek!
Paws of Cheese

Turk

This is my sweet Turk.
His full name is Turkleton (after Donald Faison’s character on Scrubs – enjoy the clip).

He’s my adventure kitty. He loves to explore, climb, & jump, And he loves playing with baling twine. His favorite place to be is on my shoulders, cuddling with his mama. My heart gushes over just how stinking cute he is.

Turk & Pumpkins

And this…this is Octavia. Isn’t she gorgeous? I’ve kept her a bit of a secret because  she was one I planned on keeping from the start. She’s scared of everything. And is very picky about when cuddling is something she’s on board with. A lot of the time it’s not. But the boyfriend loves her. And so she definitely shall be his cat. At least she lets me take photos of her. Octavia

I should probably get a cat sweater soon. The End.