Alright, it is Halloween again. You may not know, but this was the original Scottish New Year. It marked the end of summer and the start of winter. On that night, all the souls of those departed could roam the earth to seek connection or revenge with the living. Not such a warm fuzzy thought.
That is were the disguises come in to play. Some believed, if you dressed up as something else, you could avoid being found by the souls out looking for you. The less generous theory was, that the custom came, from people dressing up to scare their neighbours. These terrified victims would gladly pay some money, or give goods to make the demons go away. Worth remembering, when the local kids come knocking, that it is actually an age old protection racket. Not so much “Trick or Treat” but more “if you know what is best for you!”
We are not superstitious like that now, I hear you say. Then explain why it is, that all the black cats get left behind at the rescue shelters? It is a well excepted fact, that it is very hard to re-home them. I have a black rescue cat called Sabi and so far no terrible doom has befallen my family. He is also very handy if one gets the urge to whip up a few spells or curses.
As for huge orange pumpkins, what a joke, I can assure you there are no pumpkins in Scotland. Honestly, Americans can make anything Hollywood. What was so wrong with a skull with a burning candle in it, to ward of evil? So for me, Halloween is not an orange but very much a black affair. Black does not have to be Gothic or dull, it can be elegant, dramatic, enclosing, womb like, lustrous and wonderful. Combined with other strong colours, it is a very smart look, even for little people.