Halloween Blogfest: Faith Ashlin

The worst Halloween costume ever?
Here in England we didn’t really celebrate Halloween when I was a kid. There’s more now, costumes for sale in the shops, tacky bits of plastic that are meant to be bats or cauldrons or… some of them are so cheaply made I’m not quite sure what they are meant to be. Now there are parties, children dressing up and ‘spooky’ recipes in magazines but back then there was nothing.

Late one October we children were off school for the half term holidays and the weather was glorious. Crisp, bright days perfect for walking – kicking – your way through piles of leaves in the woods or playing on the beach with your coat on. So, my mum decided to take us away to a cheap and cheerful holiday camp.

Of course, by the time we arrived the weather had changed and it was raining hard. The sort of rain that soaks you right down to your undies. What made it worse was the camp didn’t allow cars on the site so we had to carry the entire luggage across a big muddy field from the car park. We were wet. Very wet. The only thing that cheered us up was the poster my brother had spotted. There was going to be a Halloween fancy dress competition that very night in the club house.

We had to go. We insisted.

Poor mum.

She had nothing with her and nowhere to buy anything. But my mum is an amazing lady and very resourceful. She would find something.

To this day, when I think back, I’m not sure exactly what I was meant to be but I felt amazing in my costume. I had a pair of my mum’s black tights on, with my dad’s black briefs over the top and a black t-shirt back-to-front to hide the Barbie picture on the front. Then came the really creative bits. A black bin bag scrunched up round my neck as a … Cape? Scarf? Ruffle? Chopped up bin bags stuck round my waist with sticky-tape Hawaiian-hula girl style and yet more bags on my feet for… I have no idea why.

Next she turned her attention to my face. Mum didn’t have much make up with her so she put flour all over my face, butter – yes, butter – in my hair to make it stand up, the black ash tip of a used match round my eyes and lashings of her bright red lipstick. Oh and she drew on ‘scars’ all over my face with an eyebrow pencil.

I really wish I had a photo.

Needless to say I didn’t win; a boy in a shop bought costume got that honour, which I think is a bit unfair. There’s no effort in that. But I did get a toffee apple for being plucky. I didn’t know what plucky meant back then, I just enjoyed the apple, but I think it might have something to do with the big nappy pins my mum had used to hold up dad’s over-sized underpants!

Win a copy of my new book Knights and Butterscotch in either epub of pdf format. I’ll draw a winner from the folks who commented on my blog on Saturday 11/2/13. Good luck everyone!

faith ashlin knightsandbutterscotch_newmanA story of modern-day knights, paint-splattered artists and a lightning bolt of attraction that hits hard enough to make a knight think he’s going crazy. And then things get complicated.

The year is now, the place is somewhere like here but the feeling is very different. Matti Elkin is a modern-day knight and, while he may not have a horse or a suit of shining armour, he’s brave and true, has a sense of duty and honour a mile wide and a passionate belief in his king.

There’s a war on and the knights are fighting hard, but while on R&R Matti is hit hard with an overwhelming attraction for Jamie, a tall, handsome painter.

Jamie makes his head spin and his cock harden, and has him acting in ways that make him question his own sanity. But when the war takes an appalling turn, they are both thrown into a world of confusion that has them questioning everything they thought they knew.

Buy the book at Total E-Bound or Amazon.

About the Author: When Faith was clearing out her attic many years ago, she found a book she’d written as a ten-year-old. On rereading it she realised that it was the love story of two boys. Over the years her fascination with the image of beautiful young men, coiled together as they fell head over heels in love, became a passion for her.

Since that first innocent book—written in purple sparkly pen—she has written many stories, set in varied worlds, but always with two men finding their way to happiness.

Still nothing much has changed because now she can be found in a daydream, wandering around the supermarket, or sitting in a meeting at work still dreaming up stories.

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Comments

  1. Hiya Faith. Nice to see you here. Good luck with this,.

  2. Store-bought costumes should be abolished–there’s no fun in that! I’m a big m/m devotee, so I look forward to reading this story…

  3. Sounds like a fun costume

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  4. My parents always used to make my costumes as a kid. The one I remember most was when I was obsessed with The Little Mermaid and despite being a perfect little Ariel I wanted to be a boat. My dad dressed me all in blue for the water and painted a foam sandwich board that I wore longways, and Mum did my makeup. Like you, I didn’t get a prize for it, but the things that parents did to make us feel special as kids always stay with us.

    • A boat? Oh that’s amazing and your parents sound wonderful. They gave time and effort rather than just spending money.

      I just got back from a holiday in France so I’m going to pull a name from the hat in a minute. Good luck.

  5. Carole S. says:

    Love the scavenger costume! I’m sure you looked fantastic 😀 Kudos to your mom!

  6. I can’t remember any of my childhood costumes. Guess they weren’t very memorable.

    Your new book sounds very cool. Hope I win!

  7. I had a pair of my mum’s black tights on, with my dad’s black briefs over the top and a black t-shirt back-to-front to hide the Barbie picture on the front. Then came the really creative bits. A black bin bag scrunched up round my neck as a … Cape? Scarf? Ruffle? Chopped up bin bags stuck round my waist with sticky-tape Hawaiian-hula girl style and yet more bags on my feet for… I have no idea why.

    Awesome, bin bags and all! The best part is the black tee worn backwards to “hide the Barbie picture on the front.” \o/

  8. Love the story about your mum. Home made costumes are the best. This year I saw a little girl wearing a golden “butterscotch” satin skirt. And I remembered, so suddenly, so clearly, having a Halloween costume with a skirt very much like that! Made by my grandmother. 50 years later and the memory is still so strong.

    So, yeah, homemade costumes are the best.

    • It’s easy to spend a shed load of money on a costume but the handmade ones are the best. Although, maybe not made from bin bags!

      I just got back from a holiday in France so I’m going to pull a name from the hat in a minute. Good luck.

  9. Hi Faith,
    When I was a kid there was no Halloween celebration. I enjoyed it so much with my kids, making customes, decorating the house and baking spooky cakes filled of chocolate and candies and also cheese fingers with blood and bat sandwiches. They are teens now but they do smile when we remember Halloween. Home made customs and food were the best and it was great to share some time together and have fun.
    Your mom is a very resourceful Lady and you did have an incredible custome made with love.
    Thanks for share this cherished memory with us!

    • Oh I love the sound of the cheese fingers with blood and bat sandwiches. I bet they were much appreciated by the kids.

      I just got back from a holiday in France so I’m going to pull a name from the hat in a minute. Good luck.

  10. I’ve always had the opinion that store bought costumes shouldn’t win costume contests. Not unless the person has added to it or altered it in some way. It feels like cheating somehow.
    As consolation prizes go, a toffee apple isn’t bad 🙂

    • I completely agree. It does feel a bit like cheating because no effort has gone into it. I’m not sure about bin-bag costumes though!!!

      I just got back from a holiday in France so I’m going to pull a name from the hat in a minute. Good luck.

  11. I’ve just pulled a name from the hat and the winner is…. Trix!

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