call me crazy, but i love it. way too much. when i was just a little thing (think 10 awkward years old, somewhere along the lines of this:
i started reading nancy drew mysteries. the boxcar children mysteries. and yes, i dabbled in some goosebumps. around this time, i fell in love with all things creepy. and halloween became a time when i could let that little bit of crazy out of the box.
today i still love love love it. back at the end of september this year i put up some red gelly hands in our window that look like bloody handprints. the next week a girl from our ward told me that her little four-year-old daughter saw them and asked, "mamma, why is it like someone died?"
oh well. my love for halloween is no respecter of sunbeams. and this year i might have gone a bit nuts, it being the first halloween that i've had a space that is alllll mine to decorate. poor michael.
|this is the best. white candles dipped in red candle wax. genius.|
|who doesn't love fake spiders? excluding arachnophobics, of course...|
|yes, that is a string of led eyeball lghts.|
i can't wait for trick or treaters! we're gonna scare them so bad.... muwahaha!