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Twas the night before Halloween, when all through the house, not a tomboy was stirring, no femme could be roused…

We’re all snuggled up on the couch watching The Nightmare Before Christmas with the pups, who are extra ridiculous this evening. Earlier tonight, we had sundry appetizers for dinner and at long last caught the creme brulee guy, with his cart all set up at a nearby art gallery we happen to love. We each got a special flavor: Ritual Coffee (top left), S’mores (with the marshmallows) and Frosted Flakes (at the bottom). They were all so, so delicious. It’s a crispy October night here in San Francisco, so I wore one of my vintage fur stoles.

The other two pics are just for fun – last night I made a teeny tiny top hat for the petite’s magician costume, which I attached to a frou frou, feathered black headband I already had. (She also borrowed my cowboy boots, belt and cropped tux jacket with her own leggings, worn over M’s ruffled tuxedo shirt and bowtie. The real finishing touch were a pair of vintage white gloves I have and this DIY magic wand (a twiggy black chopstick from Cost Plus with a bit of white ribbon attached to the top). This updo (those antlers are just ironically placed, or something) was fancy and awesome but a happy accident. I just wanted my hair out of my face and kept sticking pins in it until it was!

Now tell me all about your awesome Halloween plans! I want to hear the juicy details about your costumes!

CONFESSION: Check-out at Hotel Vertigo. Super dreamy lobby. You can read more about it here, if you’d like. We are up and at ‘em on approximately 4-5 hrs. of sleep and absolutely pining for donuts and coffee. We weren’t sure how nightmarish the Love Parade malarkey would be, so we just dashed out of there right before noon and headed to our favorite Noe Valley donut shop. They have Peerless coffee there! A plus. Let’s see if you can guess what I’m thinking as I gaze fondly down upon that polished, gorgeous hunk of wood.

CONFESSION: It was so Fall on this day! Monday, to be exact. I used to loathe the grey + ivory combination, but I am for it this season, especially if you swap the predictable dash of mustard with a nice, predictable and lush rose instead. Ideally, in some sort of ridiculously lavish, ruffled suede. Mm. I guess I’m sort of a moron for not throwing on my pink posie Tulle coat on over this. Next time!

CONFESSION: We discovered that M hates shooting at night and Halloween today. I know, right? OK, so night shooting is HARD and a pain in the ass, but hating Halloween? I think I should remind her about candy corn and slutty costumes bonding with loved ones in a creepy way. In any case, I can’t let her hate Halloween until we’ve dressed up as Moroccan Tranny Patsy and Edina first. It’s our dream! I had fun on the night shoot; we explored the creepy alley across the street and I pretended to be scary and chased kittens around.

NOTE: I gave y’all a three-for-one because even though they were different pairs of jeans, they were still jeans. Never fear (esp. not you, H), I had heels on in both of the above and a brand spankin’ new pair of hella fierce Betsey Johnson tights that are dying to debut themselves.

QUERY: An extremely lovely and devoted reader recently wondered if I might do a Q & A here at FFAF, and you know what I thought? I thought I would, if you’d like. Feel free to send burning questions to fitforafemme@gmail.com and I’ll answer enthusiastically and in bulk to the best of my ability!

When: Oct. 31, 2008.

Femme What: ICE sheer top under my DKNY peacoat, with the pretty Peruvian scarf and AWESOME lion pin that lights up and flashes and stuff.

Tomboy What: Polo by Ralph Lauren wool sweater with brown suede patches.

Confession: We went trick-or-treating earlier this evening, of course. See some pics of the amazing Russell St. festivity below! Afterward, we stopped by a neighborhood bar that a friend of ours works at. Everyone working there, including her, was dressed as a viking! It was fantastic. We also saw a very large Cookie Monster, a very convincing Sarah Palin and a curious man in a wedding dress. I saw at least two babies dressed as perfect little penguins and my womb has been reactivated. I feel fertile! Give me babies!

We had planned to grab Mexican two doors down, but our friend coaxed us inside with promises of tasty beverages on the house, so the petites washed down baskets of chicken tenders and french fries with root beer while M & I devoured fish and chips and a chicken pesto panini, respectively.

Alas, we’ve been watching zombie movies non-stop since we got home! Did you swing by BCP earlier to read up on scary Sapphic Tales Of The Ex? Well, what are you waiting for?!?! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Haunted houses:

This Roswell Set-Up was by far the best on the block:

THE GAY! There were a few lady-grooms and several brides at this house, and the theme was very much NO ON PROP 8! Word. They were all very happy and giggly and generous with candy handouts:

Another haunted house, the “Mars Attacks” band and a large white creature:

Who says politics can’t be pretty? Pumpkins and the lovely gate for The Magnes Museum:

When: Tuesday, October 28th, 2008.

What: Black skirt from H&M, silk blouse by Chelsea Flowers (More Chelsea Flowers at Bloomie’s here). Satin t-strap pumps by Nine West.

Confession: Fuck this fucking ridiculous California heat. Thank God they’re predicting rain, even though (of course) it’s expected on Halloween. Having lived nowhere but the Bay Area my entire life, I suppose I should be used to this, but I have no tolerance for it this year. Maybe I’d feel differently if I still lived on the lake, but I’m right on the estuary next to the bloody bay, for chrissakes, and it’s demonic. Demonic and wrong. I know all you folks out there where it’s raining sideways (Brooklyn, holla) or snowing like mad (Bringle, Bowling) HATE me right now, but I envy you more than you can possibly imagine! Let’s trade places. As if anyone can say no to having M all to herself! (B, are you reading this? Hep me!)

PS. I totally wrecked this gorgeous, stupidly expensive shirt after wearing it just once. Instead of obediently taking it to the dry cleaner, I impatiently tossed it into the delicate cycle at home, thinking I’d get away with it. BLEED. Foul, bluish, sad bleeding into the oh-so-fragile silk. I almost tried to fix it with dye at home, but decided to, uh, give it another spin, so to speak. That’s right. Delicate cycle. Take II. IT WORKED! Am genius. Hurrah.

PPS. I realize that I look mighty friendly my confession photo, but really, I’m HELLA stabby right now.