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.)