Almost Fall: Harvest Moon & Spooky Shopping

My knees are doing the crazy dance as I sit to type this down. Fall begins on September 22, 2013, which means there is only a day left! The leaves have begun changing color, some are even falling off. When I was driving by one of the back roads that run through a forest residential area, the scene was classic as the leaves fell as if in slow motion on the road from the trees above.

Harvest Moon setting over the Lincoln Memorial, the sun rising behind the Washington Monument. Photo by Kevin Ambrose - Washington Post.com

The Harvest Moon (Hunter's Moon) rose yesterday. I missed taking a photograph because I was pre-occupied with work. Lil Sis did point it out yesterday when it was shining in its supreme glory and I did catch sight of it. In the old days, when there were no fancy lights, farmers used the super glow from this particular season's moon to work extra in the fields. That is the reason for calling it the Harvest Moon. It also goes by the name Hunter's Moon after the same idea of extended work light being used by Native Indians to hunt. In 2010, the Harvest Moon was a Supermoon. By God! I saw that beautiful thing rise up on the horizon. It was magnificent and HUGE! 

I have been doing my own thing with the spooky shopping. I do not do Halloween, but my gothic soul adores the madness they sell in stores. So, this is shopping season for a freak like me. I shop for clothes, room decor, stationery, and what not! That witch's hat in the photo is an old possession of mine. The masquerade mask is for my car's dashboard (it shall sit next to Draco, the Frog). The magnets shall beautify the white board on my table. 

The stores practically transform into morbid theme parks for me. I have no idea how I got the fetish for freaky things, but it has been there since I was in third grade. Normally, girls like girly things. I find myself looking for black, dead, and decayed. Proud gothic lady here. I found my mother explaining my morbid love affair to my sister-in-law. The girl had no clue why I bought a human skeleton's bony hand holding a red goblet for my writing table. There is also the recent reference of my father saying: "Your room looks like the room of that guy (Jack Sparrow he meant) from Pirates of the Caribbean." Taken as a compliment, my wonderful parents.