Things that mean the most to me hold a story.
I love that I first saw our little red altar table on top of a ceiling-high pile in a Shanghai apartment, also used as a warehouse (with swords stored leaning against the wall in the toddler's bedroom... I'm not kidding).
The tall pile was located directly behind the first thing I noticed upon entering... a little girl sitting upon a flowered enamelware chamber pot; not concerned in the least about using it with accuracy.
The table was missing some of its carving and also had a long crack that ran its entire width. The proprietor shook her head and hand when I asked about it and told me it was "bu hao"... not good.
Stories are the biggest reason I am not a mall shopper; for me, there is seldom a memorable story associated with a mall purchase. I rather sift through thrift store castoffs and imagine their past lives, or stumble upon components here and there and merge them into something else.
Recently I went to Michael's for something in particular and was preemptively distracted by a whole shelf of cornucopias in the seasonal section. "Oooh... hat", I thought, and proceeded to try each one on my head until I found one that fit comfortably. That spurred more wandering until I found some suitable embellishments; so many possibilities
(also purchased from the altar table woman), which made me smile. :-)
Even though I made the hat to wear for Halloween weekend at the Carolina Renaissance Festival,
I decided I didn't want to wait and wore it last weekend. I think it is a very fun hat!
Lots of people stopped to ask about it, and a few asked to take photos with me.
My leather collar necklace with carved antler feather embellishment will work with all of the costumes.
I like that the shadows on my right look a bit like tombstones or wee little ghosts. I made the skirt from dollar store "creepy cloth"; it has a grosgrain ribbon waistband and black maple leaves stitched on top. It hangs unevenly at the bottom, which I like. A patron asked to take the photo on the right of my hat. I told her I like it so much I might even wear it to the grocery store this week... that I'm old enough to be eccentric.
It has come in handy a number of times since then, and can be layered in lots of different ways!
This is my favorite photo from that night.
Greg is definitely not a costume kind of guy but was a good sport and definitely got into character once he did his face make-up! Some of the children were a bit nervous to come on the porch.
I love how our neighbors' porch lighting adds to the scary look of the photo. I think it could be a perfect poster image for an old horror movie... with a really creepy storyline!