This is the same mentality as getting mad at Hobby Lobby for putting their Christmas crap up in July.
Or Target putting out school supplies in June.
Two days after they get out of school for the summer.
STOP IT, DAMMIT.
I feel better.
In all honesty, I did put up OUR Halloween/Fall stuff on September 18th.
A full five days before the official start of fall.
But I listened to my “Summer Tunes” play list whilst throwing the fall all over the house.
So that makes it OK.
BUT I WAS IN THE DOLLAR TREE AND THEY HAD THE REESE’S PEANUT BUTTER CUP PUMPKINS OUT.
THE REESE’S PUMPKINS, PEOPLE.
I don’t respond to Pumpkin Lattes but a peanut butter cup shaped like a pumpkin does it for me.
It was like THE Seinfeld episode.
I threw my money on the counter and said I’M OUT.
And started dragging up my orange and black bins from the basement.
With peanut butter on my breath.
I am weak.
I have been sharing all of my decorating with you here since 2010 but my favorite decorating season by far is Halloween/Fall.
You can see my fall decorating from each year here:
Just lie to me if is isn’t.
Said in my best decor/fashion/trendy blog voice.
As you do.
You totally want a basket of pumpkins now.
By the way, I bought nothing this year to create this.
In fact, I haven’t bought a fall item for my mantel in probably three years.
The candlesticks are from Goodwill four years ago.
Spray painted horribly but it’s all good because it works with my freaky, creepy Halloween theme.
The banner was made for me by a friend of mine a few years ago, the flowers, pumpkins etc, I have had for years.
Oh wait! I did buy that mirror glass pumpkin last year.
So I lied.
I love fall in this room.
Christmas decorations look like they are faking it in this room but Halloween makes this room its b&#%.
I lost a few more of you, didn’t I?
The above are our Halloween books on the “bookshelf” I made out of Ellie’s crib rail.
Here is the tutorial.
All I did was spray paint it.
So I didn’t really “make” anything.
But lets just say I did because the DIY bloggers left the room.
Just not ones that sound like coffins opening or doorbells ringing.
The wreath my friend Rebecca made me a few years ago.
It moves around from year to year.
I love having it in the kitchen because I don’t really decorate in here.
I was all drunk on orange faux leaves, cinnamon sticks and glass mason jars.
Cheap chalk pen .. $3.99.
Long story long…..
I made a craft here and here using a pen very similar.
Someone emailed me about it a few months ago saying was there anything other than the chalk pen to use.
Then a friend texted me at about the same time-ish frame.
I say time-ish frame because in my world things that happen to me in March runs into things that happen to me in August.
And I am all about full disclosure.
To a fault.
ANYHOO, back when I created the above crafts, chalk pens were relatively unheard of/hard to find/ no where to be found.
When I found a three pack of them at Michael’s… (said in my best Jerry Seinfeld Newman disdain voice ….are you seeing a trend……) back then, I balked for a second at the $12.99 price.
But they were relatively unheard of/ hard to find/ no where to be found.
I think I used a coupon, shuddered visibly at the cash register and mumbled over and over……”It’s worth it. It’s worth it. It’s worth it.”
LONG STORY LONG, I found this one for $3.99.
THEY ARE CHEAP NOW.
That was the point I was trying to make.
You will also need peanut M and M’s.
So take the pens and start drawing all willy nilly on your pumpykins.
Then I went and ruined it by trying to draw chevron on my pumpykins.
It looks like Charlie Brown’s sweater.
A really bad reject Charlie Brown sweater.
I don’t do well with blank canvases.
That can be applied metaphorically as well.
Its OK, I have come to terms with my Charlie Brown pumpykin.
The whole point being that YOU can draw whatever YOU want on YOUR pumpykin!
Just like mine is all mine.
Charlie Brown or not.
And it’s a lot better than a bag of rocks.
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