I went to the auction yesterday and bought a small lot for a couple of dollars. An old mantle clock was included and you know I don't leave anything behind. I thought the clock works were missing (they were), but someone had replaced them with an electric mechanism. So it tells time-though it doesn't chime. That would have been really cool. I thought of either painting it or re-purposing it and then I had an AH-HA moment and decided to use it for my Halloween mantle. (I keep writing mantle as mangle-oooohhhhh) It's perfect, right?
So that got me all excited to decorate. I have a LOT of really weird things, but I NEED a gravestone. Believe it or not, they come up at auction once in a while. One time they had a baby coffin. I was horrified and tempted all at the same time. I didn't get it.
I do have a big box of old body mannequin parts. This hand seemed to suit my vision...
Poor little dear...my kids hate this doll and my husband doesn't understand why I haven't thrown her away. But, hasn't she suffered enough? She waits all year long to celebrate Halloween. Just look at how happy she is! That is utter joy on her face....or voiceless terror...whatever.
I have a few more things to dig out but I've decided that I need to reupholster my couch today. It doesn't fit my theme. I may need help. Oh and I went looking for my copy of The Shining (the only King book I thought I had) and came up with these instead. I didn't even know I had them. But where the heck is The Shining? Probably Room 237. I'll go check. If you don't hear from me in a while...just pretend I was never here.
Smiles from the un-haunted* farmhouse,
*You'd think living in a house built in 1900, you'd have at least one or two regular ghosts. I mean--come on!