October 31, 2019

Every¬† year, on Halloween, I wear a long, black ruffled ballgown that belonged to my Mum. If witches wore decadent, designer gowns, this dress would fit the bill. She bought it in the late 70s from a shop called Spaghetti that drew young socialites with a flare for the bohemian. The owner, Nadia La Valle spend time in both Morocco and Bombay, and this was reflected in her rich and opulent designs. Never would my Mum have imagined that her daughter would one day make it her signature spooky time costume, and wear it to trick-or-treat through Toronto’s streets. I don’t think she minds at all, in fact, she loves that I wear it at all. And if truth be told, I’m rarely on the streets, but mostly indoors, sipping wine and scaring small children with my cackle.


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