Photo and text by Corey Amaro
We drove along the coast towards San Francisco, Chelsea studied in the backseat, she had a mid-term last night… otherwise we might have never left Wesport.
Of course French Husband drove,
and of course I went in and out of sleep,
Catching a glimpse here and there of the ocean, the redwoods, the vineyards, the oak trees, the golden gate bridge, the marina, Chelsea's school, the Giant's stadium…. We drove over seven hours, from Westport, to Cloverdale, to Sonoma, to San Francisco, over the Bay Bridge, down Eighty, took 505 Cutoff, to Interstate Five… (Interstate Five I can and have driven that with my eyes closed.) to Willows.
My rear end is numb.
But here is the question, and it is a serious one at that; Chelsea needs an idea for a costume. Remember we do not do Halloween persay in France.
What are you dressing as this Halloween?
I was a bumblebee one year. Sexy I was not. I stuffed myself with pillows, wore black leggings, a black sweatshirt and added yellow tape over the middle of me. You could say I was a lumpy bumblebee.
Before that I dressed up as a Fortune Teller.
Any ideas? My friend Ellen dressed as a cheese cutter one year… she wore black and held a string from one hand to the next above her head. Easy. Original. Clever and no fuss. Though she had to tell everyone what she was doing holding up a string above her head.
Note: Many of you commented about Chelsea's scarf. She bought it last year in France at a shop called: Morgan (You can find similar ones here click.)
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