I like them with some character- no little round boring ones. Sometimes if you want character though, you have to put up with a few flaws- hence, the dent on one side which I hope will give him a suitably sinister expression.
Then you get this:
Ewwww….. pumpkin guts.
Then after some hard work you have this:
While I was doing this I had a moment of unreality- you know, one of those flashes of insight that leave me, anyway, feeling like I’ve landed in an alternative universe.
One of my life goals has been to become the adult who would embarrass (such a perfect word- embarrass- made up of roots like bare and ass) my adult children or in my case child. I would have too- if he’d been there. I put on some tunes and went after that helpless pumpkin with the carving knife singing along with Janice Joplin the whole time, made a huge mess, and then in a moment of channelling all my frugal female ancestors- I used the bits I scraped out of the pumpkin to make soup. And toasted the seeds. And ate them.
Does that make me a punkin zombie?
Tonight my flawed work of genius (not the kid-who is out with his daughter trick or treating- but the pumpkin) is sitting in the window for the amusement of passers by. Imp seems to be very excited about all the activity outside and has been sitting next to him making the perfect Halloween picture- the black cat and the Jack O’lantern- but when I tried to catch a candid shot I got this instead:
Spooky Kitty- don’t want to meet that in the cemetery at night.
Location: Rocking Out
Music: Janis Joplin, Piece of my Heart