Monday, October 24, 2011

crazy dead people christmas

bear and i love halloween. LOVE IT. i've always said it was my favourite holiday because it doesn't involve a horrible family dinner or jesus. you can just eat candy until your teeth fall out, wear literally whatever you want, and stab pumpkins the face. it's like a beautiful dream.

saturday night we stabbed our pumpkins in their faces. sorry pumpkins, that's what you get for being heavy bastards and making me endure children to procure you.

this year, possibly as a result of watching hours of halloween wars, bear decided he wanted to take his pumpkin to the next level. determined to become a master of pumpkin carving/sculpting/stabbing, he researched the tools and techniques used by professional pumpkin artists and could NOT wait any longer to dig in.

adorable.

whilst bear was carefully planning, and applying precision techniques to make a god damn masterpiece, i was blindly stabbing away at my pumpkin/watching chopped. like most things i undertake, i just start doing it and hope a plan forms and executes itself somehow before i lose interest.


i generally start to lose interest somewhere between "hey! let's make jack-o lanterns! what a cute, fun idea!" and "i have pumpkin innards under my nails."

does anyone else LOVE the way pumpkin insides smell? or is that weird? i usually spend a good seven to nine minutes with my nose inside the pumpkin cavity before i do anything else. even better is the smell of pumpkin insides after the candle burns it a little. SO GOOD.

back to my pumpkin... for some reason i tried to get fancy, probably because i couldn't let bear hog all the glory.


if you've ever tried to sharpie a slightly-damp-from-pumpkin-goo pumpkin you know it's a futile exercise, so i used nail polish to outline and embellish the features to give it the dia de los muertos look i was going for and it worked like a charm! thanks for NOTHING sharpie.


i was getting pretty delirious from the nail polish fumes after a while, and considering how little i cared at this point i'm actually pretty surprised it didn't end up a complete disaster.


meanwhile, bear did this:

oh.

next year i'm just going to let him carve mine and save myself the nail polish poisoning.


love and pumpkin innards,
so pauvre

9 comments:

Trees said...

I love this post! I wish Halloween was a bigger deal over here - but we don't really celebrate it much :( Boo!! I would LOVE to see Halloween wars - damn that sounds amazing! I like both the pumpkins - I do have a big old soft spot for anything day of the dead though;)

Chris C. said...

I think yours turned out great honey. I especially like the blue nail polish color (which I am told is "trophy wife"). We always have so much fun with festive holiday activities. Life sized zombies and grandma-wolves carved out of pumpkin, here I come!

Lin said...

Haha...look at you guys being all cute & intricate with your pumpkins. They came out great.

Suburban Hypocrite said...

Love 'em! And I'm right there with you on the pumpkin innards smell.

Nid said...

I tried to carve into the side of a pumpkin one year like that, and failed miserably. Clearly, I did not have the right tools. There was no light emitted through my carvings.

Also, why is every new show on television something-wars?

Amber Blue Bird said...

whoa bear is like a pumpkin Sensei. I always go the stabbing route myself. I find it helps to calm my nerves...I bet nail polish might do the same thing so maybe I can start doing that the other 11 months.

PS Any attempt to capture your essence within the confines of a Halloween costume would fail miserably. You are just too bangin.

cb said...

both of your pumpkins turned out SO CUTE! i love that you painted yours too! love love it! oh and yes i love the way the inside of pumpkins smell like, like heaven!

loves you too!!!!!!!!!!!
xo,
cb

Your Gypsy Wife said...

I so enjoy the getting into the spirit of things that is happening here! Now, please tell me you are both dressing up and gorging on candy come L'Halloween!

punch said...

i don't like scary things like concerts so if it were a contest (which, dude, it always is), i vote for your pumpkin to be the winner.

my word verification word is "chootio" which i will now use to refer to vaginas just because it sounds like that's what it'd be.

for example... some people need to clean their chootio before they get up on the table at my clinic because OOOOH CHILD THAT'S SOME STANKY CHOOTIO.

i'm tired-delirious. sorry.

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