Entering the house into the kitchen, I am greeted by a
Through the doorway on the left you enter the dining room. Ya' know...where people dine.
Changing chairs, I hope for a view of fall leaves and pumpkins. But no! The hostess thought a
Jailed Skull with bright blood red eyes would bring my appetite to the fore. Yes, I have an
With a bit of despair, I move my eyes to the last wall. Whew! Birds on a branch, lights,
Alas, it's time to visit the Ladies Room and make sure that I still look normal...like having eyeballs in my eye sockets and that my skin isn't green or gray. Close the door and turn around! SHE. DID. IT. AGAIN. A spider straight from the movie "Aliens" and Sigourney Weaver is not.at.the.party. Should've asked DIY Diva, Kit Stanley, along. She would turn them into grease spots on the floor.
Okay. I will just check my eyeballs
And who do we meet face to face? Simon the Skeleton. "Let me assist you, dear." What? This is a Four Star Ladies Room with a servant now? And is he smiling? Yeah, you can't trust skeletons. He probably wants a tip, too. They're always smiling...always. Zombies are their predecessors...just saying.
I think it's about time to leave this establishment. I really would like dessert at least. I wonder if there is some small confection I could slip out with.
Fingers? There are FINGERS for dessert?
I have a pot of homemade sauce and meatballs at home. I don't have skulls, cockroaches, rodents, spiders or vultures. I have bittersweet vine and pressed Fall leaves. Okay...I have a spider here and there, but they die upon sight AND...
I have chocolate...in squares...not fingers. I may snag the bottle of Dracu-wine on the way out. I need it for my sauce. I'll leave the cape.
Oh! Be grateful I didn't show you the outdoor pictures. Yep...be grateful.
Those of you who know me, know I don't celebrate Halloween nor do I judge those who innocently do so. However, I do like finding the humor in things and the centerpiece is a work of art