Happy Halloween? Oh Yeah!

Since last Halloween, the husband has been lobbying for us to dress up as Macho Man Randy Savage and Miss Elizabeth.  So this year, for my parents' party, we made it happen.  Even if we did break the cardinal rule of costuming by wearing shirts emblazoned with our characters' names and likenesses.  My getup was especially glaring, as it didn't remotely resemble Miss Elizabeth's hair-sprayed, big-earringed, bustied look.  Which is why I passed myself off as more of an '80s era Miss Elizabeth fan.  Still, authentic or not, I loved my throwback threads -- especially because most of them came from my closet!  As for the husband, he had to give his macho mane wig a haircut.  And also joked about going to Wawa and demanding all the Slim Jims.  

That said, we had a spooktacular time at the party, enjoying my mom's frighteningly festive décor and treats.  I hope you had a happy Halloween too, filled with your very own version of WWF-fueled frivolity.  With or without cured meats. 😏

Turquoise and Yellow Kitsch: And Maybe a Little Bit of What Was I Thinking?

I have mixed feelings about this ensemble. I wore it to work a couple of weeks ago, where I caught sight of myself in the bathroom mirror and thought, hmm. In retrospect, I think it was the unsleek silhouette that was niggling at me more than anything (I rather liked the yellow and turquoise combo). But that's ok; it's all just part of the adventure. (The barrette, by the way, came from last spring's Brigantine PTA craft show. A local artist made it, as well as loads of other fabulous jewelry and accessories made from colorful clay. I probably should've snapped up more of them; I didn't even get a business card. Oh well. Maybe I'll run into her at Wawa one of these days. :)

Nobody Bakes a Cake as Tasty as a Tastykake

If you're local, then you understand the wonder that is the Tastykake. The other day the bf ran into Wawa to get us a snack and emerged with this Tastykake butterscotch krimpet Christmas tree ornament. (Rest assured; he got the snacks also. It was Krimpets. What else?) I turned the box over in my hands, transfixed by the glittery plastic butterscotch frosting. I'll probably keep this thing dangling from something all year long. And why not? There's nothing Christmasy about a krimpet. If anything, it's the kind of kitschy knickknack made for year-round display. (By the way, why is it that butterscotch is so delicious? I mean, it sounds like it would be disgusting.) The back of the ornament box offered up the origin of the krimpet, a tale so compelling that I can't help but share it here with you now:

"The 1920s roared through America creating optimism and excitement. For Tastykake, this meant a new bakery in Philadelphia's Hunting Park section in 1922 and the birth of a Tastykake icon . . . the Butterscotch Krimpet.

Krimpets came about because Tastykake bakers were very fussy, insisting on using only the freshest ingredients. When held in the middle, the cakes fell apart because they were so fresh! Finally, one baker said, "Why don't we bake the cake so it will be easier to hold? Let's take the baking tin and 'krimp it.'" Thus, in 1927, the Butterscotch Krimpet was born . . . and the rest, as they say, is history."

Cute, huh? You gotta love that plug about using "only the freshest ingredients." But I can't poke too much fun. Now, if only I could get my hands on some tiny krimpets charms to make some jewelry . . .