Halloween is traditionally known as a scary holiday, but for me it’s more than witches and ghosts… it’s all about pretending.
Halloween is magical. For one day, anyone can pretend to be someone or something else. Kids dress up, adults dress up, even dogs and cats get dressed up (although I imagine some would rather not). The biggest limitation to deciding a costume is your imagination – you can do something traditional, like a witch or pirate, or something related to pop culture, like Gangnam Style (which I bet we see a lot of this year).
Growing up, my sisters and I never had store-bought costumes. Everything was cobbled together from what was in our closet or what we could find at garage sales or used clothing stores like Value Village. Over the years, I’ve been a cheerleader, car hop, Peter Pan, gypsy, hippie, Pippi Longstocking, pirate, mad scientist, Laura Ingalls Wilder (I had to wear a name tag for that one)… the list goes on and on.
Here at the Alderwood Branch, Halloween spirit is in full swing. Jack-o-lanterns light up the teller stations, garlands of skulls and pumpkins line table edges, and spiders crawl across the counter tops. And all of us working Halloween will be dressed up for the holiday.
Sure, the spooky factor is fun, especially in the Pacific Northwest as rain and windstorms accompany the increasing darkness. And for kids, candy is definitely the big appeal, with people giving it out by the handfuls all month. But for me, the real special part of Halloween is pretending, even if it is only for a day.
Hi, I’m Kira. I joined Verity in early 2012 after a seven-year stint as a newspaper reporter. While I never thought my career path would veer off in this direction, I am loving my time at Verity. I recently moved from being a member services representative at the Alderwood Branch to being the marketing coordinator for the credit union.
I’m originally from Texas, but I have lived all over the country and the world, including Boston, Massachusetts, Anchorage, Alaska and Sydney, Australia. But in all my travels, the Pacific Northwest is the only place that has felt like home.
When not at work, I am usually home with playing with my son, husband, dog and three cats. During the rare times I don’t have a to-do list to plow through (and it’s not raining too hard), I can be found digging in the vegetable garden, training for a half-marathon, or grilling in the backyard.