I admit to being a hoarder and recycler. The name of the game is repurposing, and Halloween is a great time to play. Old sheets, old wood, old bones—they might rest in pieces in my house, but never in peace. We took the skeletons out of our closet a couple of years ago and gave them an indecent burial in our little raised garden. They’ve been rudely dug up and reburied annually.
Did someone say, “No wire hangers”? Must have been a short-sighted witch. A few white hangers and one shredded sheet yield a very nice haunting in no time. And the babies on my potting bench are just cheesecloth and Styrofoam balls.
Ah. Papa Specter appears where a patio umbrella once stood.
This is my grandson’s completely homemade cardboard box costume—his dad’s creation—complete with lights and a door that opened to receive treats. Something like this is really really hard to part with afterward.
They say that Halloween is overtaking Christmas for outdoor decorations. I believe it. We’ve had such lovely October weather in Minnesota recent years—knock on tombstones—that I’m getting all kinds of chances to say, “See? I knew I could use this for something.”
What’s your favorite re-purposing story? Are you decorating more these days for Halloween? Tell us what you do.
Oh oh oh—one more thing to show. We had a wedding in the family a could of weeks ago. Older son and his lovely bride had a beautiful, very casual event at her grandmother’s lake cabin in Wisconsin. I got to do the “cake.” Foam board with a log from that Clyde cut up. Topper—hard to see—is a pair of owls made from pinecones and woodsy stuff.
My son (the groom’s) band entertained. There were bonfires and a feast from the grill. Nuptials, “up north” style. Sure did warm this flower child’s heart.