I'd like to begin by confessing, despite a lifelong love affair with anything pumpkin, to being the world's worst pumpkin carver. It is simply not my thing. Here's one I carved myself in 2007:
Fortunately for me my husband's carving talents match my ridiculously high expectations. He always draws freehand on the pumpkins, which is necessary since our combined nerdiness usually makes for some interesting carving choices.
On our first Halloween (2008)we decided on Thor (the alien from Stargate) and a spooky tree. We always decide on what to carve before we pick the pumpkins. The only picture I have of the finished pumpkins they happen to be in the background of a picture of Isaac.
The next year, 2009, we had a new little pumpkin. We decided Magneto was the way to go carving-wise. Don't worry we put that one on a plastic chair.
The following Halloween, 2010, we did a Cheshire Cat with color changing led inside. I was Alice that year. Riley decided to be Alice this year, like mother like daughter I suppose. Curiouser and curiouser...
Last year was the most detailed carving job I'd ever since Mike do. We did Dementors descending on a terrified jack-o-lantern. Wonderful. Trick-or-Treaters were in awe.
As for this year, my lips are sealed. I will tell you it's Sci-Fi in origin and we'll be making used of the color change light again. Yay, Halloween!
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