I love holidays.
All of them. Every single one. From Valentines to Christmas, I am a holiday junkie.
But I especially love Halloween.
I think it has to do with the candy. And the fall colors and the glorious anticipation of Thanksgiving and Christmas approaching. I adore pumpkins and rich deep fall colors. I embrace jack-o-lanterns and kids dressed up and neighbors who build ginormous haunted houses in their garage (I puffy heart you guys!)
I cherish matching jammies, apple cider, cool nights and football.
And I get crazy holiday ideas.
Like ‘Hey Kids, let’s make a scarecrow for the front yard!’
‘OH! And how about a ghost?’
And I dreamily planned out a perfect night where they would all wear their matching Halloween pajamas and we would sip apple cider and play Halloween music (Like, what? Monster Mash over and over?) and craft together.
I do the same thing when it comes to my grand plan of baking and icing cutout cookies at Christmastime and so you think I would know better.
We gathered our supplies, and YES that is the hat from the now famous Burt Reynolds post.
Then we had to try on all the scarecrow/ghost accessories.
More than once.
Carly never stops moving. She is a constant blur.
See that big trash bag near Max? Guess what it is full of?
Shredded paper from my office recycling.
I was trying to be authentic, and shredded paper is very hay-like.
It started out nicely enough.
And then came Max.
After Max came the wine. I had forgotten my whole apple cider laced with brandy plan and just grabbed whatever was closest.
I started to lose control of the situation.
Take note that we are only about one leg into the scarecrow at this point.
It just got crazy. Out of control. Sheer madness.
I tried to capture it for you.
But you really had to be there.
I just gave up, sank into my wine glass and took pictures.
Of course they all abandoned me and I had to make the scarecrow myself.
The ghost too. Isn’t he super scary?
But there is nothing quite so scary as these three and a garbage bag of shredded paper.