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Happy Halloween, boo.


^ Horrid photo quality, but I wuv it anyway. <3

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Okay, I think it's official. Halloween is my all time favorite holiday. Forget about Christmas and Thanksgiving and Easter, Halloween is where it is at. You get to dress up, eat tons of candy AND get scared - or if you're lucky, scare others. What's not to love?

Now, last Halloween I just threw some clothes on and said, "I'm an apocalyptic survivor. Where's the candy?" This year, I actually put a little thought into it. Of course, I did throw my costume together at the last minute but we don't have to focus on that. Let's just look at the end product.



^ My sisters and I. I was goth this year - and I totally rocked it. ;)

Which was this.

This year, I was goth. I had black nails, black lipstick, black clothes and a whole lot of attitude. I felt wicked awesome in this getup. I wish to go back and relive trick-or-treat - that's how much fun I had.

My question for you, lovely readers is: Are you dressing up for Halloween? And if so, what did you dress up as? :)

That's all for now. Thanks for reading.

Happy Halloween!

xx Nicole Rose

Comments

  1. You both look so gorgeous! I love your costumes!
    I dressed up as a leopard for this year.
    Happy Halloween to you too <3
    June
    The Journeys of My Beating Heart

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  2. Great costume. :D I dressed up as a minion! Happy Halloween!

    Sammie
    sammiethestargirl.blogspot.com

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  3. You totally rock that black lipstick, Rosie. :)

    xx

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  4. Gorgeous! And yes, Halloween is awesome! I had such a great time this year!

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  5. Not much Halloween fun going on where I'm from but looks like you had fun! :)

    www.jeannechristinemarie.blogspot.com

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