When I was younger I loved dressing up, but really what little girl doesn’t? Admittedly, I was more of a fairy princess kind of girl and found any excuse to whip on a pair of sparkly wings and tiara. But Halloween always seemed a time to be a bit spookier, and a fairy never seemed to cut it. For me, it was all about the witches. Maybe it had something to do with my love for Charmed and Halloween Town, but I really believed that once the outfit was on, I had real magic powers.
For as long as I can remember, I always dressed up as a witch on Halloween. Except one year when I dressed up as a weird ghost thing, a memory I try very hard to forget! I even have pictures from when I was around 4 years old adorned in my full witch outfit. I had it all, the strap on pointed nose, complete with a hairy wort. The plastic fingers with pointed nails that you put on top of your own; they always smelt so bad and came off half way through the night. The tall, pointed black hat which was always too big for me and fell half way down my face. I even had a black cape and an authentic, twiggy witches broom. Complete with sparkly black tights, I was always the best dressed little witch!