Or a stuffed pig.
That I made into a purse.
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25 Oct 2012 Leave a Comment
I can’t breathe, and I have an alien gargling in my nose,
but hey, I still managed to reserve a moving truck,
order lights for the reception,
change my haircut appointment,
pack the last of my books,
and reserve a block of hotel rooms for the wedding.
Oh, and I managed to glue approximately 5.1 gazillion rhinestones
onto my Halloween costume.
Sick bitches get shit DONE, y’all.
Or something like that.
02 Nov 2011 3 Comments
More pictures from the MacAbree Manor Party!
With The Roommate and The Greenholt as Medusa and Mythbuster:
All photos courtesy of Amanda Dague
31 Oct 2011 4 Comments
I never can figure out where that apostrophe goes.
Is that Hallow singular, and singularly possesses this eve?
Is there more than one Hallow, which would make it “Hallows’”?
I DON’T KNOW.
But the Boyo came along with my crazy costume brain,
and we were a raging success at the MacAbree Manor party:
No one else was game for a group costume,
so we went as “Donner, Party of Two”, complete with bibs and a Jell-O heart
(I put blue raspberry vines in it to look like veins! Simulacra!)
that we messily devoured for the photobooth.
We’ll have more photos forthcoming!
26 Oct 2011 4 Comments
Paraphrased Conversation with Boyo:
“I just wish I could find that severed nose.”
“Oh, I’m missing a kidney and an eyeball, too! Damn!”
“You know, I think you just use Halloween as an excuse to be gross.”
“That’s not true! The heart I picked up today is really cute!”
“I hate October.”
21 Jan 2011 4 Comments
And…um…here they are?
This was my crazy project of hot glue and leaves and the staying up all night:
Baba Yaga‘s Hut
There’s a funny story behind those Chicken Feet.
Cooked for six hours in the oven and coated in decoupage,
but very real.
I walked into an Asian Market and asked if they carried chicken feet.
(you know, like you do)
The gentlemen looked at me, and said, “Shikahn Fee? Wha ah Shikahn Fee?”
I kinda made motions with my hands to indicate scratching,
“Um. They’re. You know. Chicken? Feet?”
“You draw for me.”
“OH! You mean Shikahn PAW!”
And apparently I did, because they sent me home with a dozen of them.
ps (for a sense of scale, Baba’s Hut is about two feet high by three feet wide.)
pps (In my head, it was only a couple of inches tall.)
ppps (I have no sense of proportion, people.)
01 Nov 2010 1 Comment
From The Dooce, naturally:
29 Oct 2010 Leave a Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: baba yaga, bright moments with becca, corgi, crafting, dammit dog!, DIY, floral design, halloween, inspiration, Just because there's a wall doesn't mean I can't hear your awful music, making things, nami
It is 11:30 in the morning.
Becca has not gone to sleep yet,
on account of the fact that she,
had an AWESOMERAD idea for Halloween decor
that HAD to be executed in neverasmuchtimeassheneeds.
I have cleaned up two passive-agressive shits from DammitDog,
one “I didn’t want to poop outside, so I’magonna poop in the corner instead” from The Corgi,
one disgusting ALBINOSPIDERFUUUUCKWHYDOYOUEXIST,
fifty gazillion seeds from maple pods in my hair, down my bra, in my shorts,
two hot glue burns (tho’ not even close to the Emissary of Satan Burn),
tuned out the rantings of one creepy neighbor,
and have watched two movies.
I have not started on my costume yet,
and my party is tonight.
I start working on Halloween decor in AUGUST.
And bright ideas that come around in the beginning of October?
I’ll write you down and tuck you away for NEXT YEAR.
ps (yes, pictures are forthcoming of the Project that Would Not Sleep)
27 Sep 2010 11 Comments
I can’t decide who I want to be for Halloween.
My first idea,
since we’re going with a literary theme this year,
was to be Emily Dickinson,
‘coz she’s all kinds of rad,
and then I remembered that Dickinson requires Victorian garb…
which is a trifle hard to throw together from the thriftstore.
(and believe it or not, i actually don’t have any Victoriana in my costume wardrobe…i must have some sort of illness.)
my faithful readers,
I need your super valuable input of inputtiness.
Here are the options I’m pondering (pinky):
2) The Lady of Shalott
(I have these three different ideas for her…all of them by Waterhouse,
More JW Waterhouse!
(and no, i would *not* have my right boob exposed, thankyouverymuch)
4) La Belle Dame Sans Merci
O what can ail thee, knight at arms!
6) Le Frou Frou
More ideas for Ozma:
What do you all think?
I have a favorite of my own,
but I could easily be persuaded by the democracy of y’all.
I will be using thriftstores and the fabric district to shop for all materials…
I need to get me a long wig.
(this post fueled by Trader Joe’s Gorgonzola Crackers, sweetandfancymoses)