Friday, July 17, 2009

105 Days...


About this time last year I was finding the kiddie horse in the trash while walking a Pomeranian names Princess who has since moved back to Michigan with her mom. I should visit the dumpster by her house more often-- thy always had useful things, but none more useful than inspiration. With that one stupid toy horse an entire Halloween theme was born. I then spent the next four months decapitating baby dolls, making tiny ghoul hands, going out every trash night to scout for oversized cardboard boxes to build a gothic playhouse and revamping a mobile with tiny, bite-sized demons for the Naptime Nook Cemetary. Ah, the memories...

This year it's all about gas masks and pigs heads.
Seems a natural enough transition to me...

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