Halloween always slips up on me. Even though I know it’s coming, I rarely manage to unearth our box of fall decorations in time to work up much enthusiasm for decorating. It’s somewhere in the attic, probably hiding behind the boxes of Christmas decorations.
We have a real pumpkin growing on the mystery vine in the compost pile, but I didn’t want to pick it yet, so I set out a little artificial pumpkin on the hall table instead and yes, I felt a bit degenerate in doing so.
I did hang this cute front door decoration my friend Lulu made for us. The base is a tin can. No kidding, this woman travels with tin snips. (Shhh. They may be considered a concealed weapon and I’m not sure she has a license to carry.)
Oldest Daughter Boo would be horrified at the inadequacies of my seasonal accessorizing. Boo is the Decorating Queen of Halloween. Here are a couple of photos of the inside of her house this year:
Her skull and eyeball collections would make NCIS envious.
However, today I can pack my little pumpkin and my door decoration in a shoe box and tuck it away somewhere and be officially undecorated. Not that my work is done. We had only a couple of Trick or Treaters, so there is still the matter of all that leftover Halloween candy.
Luckily, I bought chocolate. I know exactly where I’ll pack that away.