No fun pictures this time, just a boring update, I miss posting here.
First, the disaster.
Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. Not just because of the candy and the dress-up, oh no, I was a macabre child. “Nightmare Before Christmas” was my favorite movie, even though it scared me so badly. For my fourth birthday, I got a fully articulated skeleton model that my day put together for me. I called him Mr. Bones, and even though he came with a stand, I took him off and played with him. I called my favorite sandals my “bone shoes” because they looked, to me, like a rib-cage. There are several drawings I made of Mr. Bones ( I often lost track of the number of ribs, to great comedic effect.) My parents must have thought I was either going to grow up to be a serial killer of a doctor.
I have a long history of going all out on Halloween costumes, though my favorite has to be the year my mom made me a goose costume. I can still remember how my paper-mache beak smelled. I was going as the character Borris the Snow-goose from the movie Balto, and at every house, I would recite lines from the movie in what my dad insisted was a perfect Russian accent.
One of the cruel truths of adult life is that responsibilities can crowd out things that were meaningful to us as kids, and it’s been years since I’ve been able to celebrate Halloween properly. This year, I told myself, was going to be different. I planned on finishing a project I’d started about 6 months ago called Murder House. I wanted to build a little diorama of a very creepy crime scene and from the start, this project was plagued with issues. I’ve solved all of those issues so far, but now that Halloween is just a few days away, it looks like it just won’t be done in time. I could probably throw it together at this point, but after all the time I’ve spent on it, I want it to look the way I see it in my head, not riddled with compromises. Maybe I can put some tiny Christmas lights on it and say it’s a Christmas decoration. . .
I hate talking about projects that aren’t finished yet, but it just feels so good to sit down and write again. I’m going to get back to sewing, now, so the next time you hear from me you’ll be able to see what I’m up to.