Halloween is Not My Holiday

When Carter was little and I could make her costume without her wanting to have a say in it, I was all into Halloween. It was my creative outlet to sew, draw or craft up some fabulous costume for her. She was a dragon fly, or a garden or scrapbook made out of cloth with pages that turned of family photos printed on the fabric. As she got older and had a say I turned into the purchaser of the materials and eventually she just did everything herself.

Now that she is not living at home I am completely disinterested in Halloween. For my own good there is no candy in this house. Our House will be dark, hidden behind the gigantic magnolia grove which completely hides our house even if the lights were on. Walking down our long walkway to a dark house where old people live will be way too scary for any little trick or treaters. Without a lit pumpkin or at least a porch light on, why would they ever waste the walk up our hill and down our walkway?

Instead I am busy painting Christmas ornaments for the new Christmas tree I am adding to the Sunroom this year. Every year I craft one new Christmas decoration. This year I will have three and any of my guests in December who can figure out where all three are will win a dollar.

Painting these ornament takes a while because I can only do part of one and then have to let it dry before I can add the other side or the new color. I have been working on them a hour or two over the last three days and I am hardly done with two of the 40 I plan on making. The deadline I have artificially set for myself is to have them done by the time Carter comes home for Thanksgiving.

I am teaching a bunch between now and then and am leaving the country for work for six days so I am going to have to keep cranking. Not tonight after the sun goes down though. The house must remain dark and silent. I can’t risk a ringing door bell.