I love the feeling of fall...the leaves falling, the wind blowing, the apples red and ready for the picking and Halloween!! Over the last few years my Halloween decor collection as grown quite a bit. I think I had only two or three things five years ago! But with some crafting, some treasure hunting, and the handiwork of others, the mantel in my front entry way was brimming with black and orange!
Ideally I would have liked to have spread my decorations around the house a bit more, but everything is still finding it's place and most of the rooms are still in transition...not a great environment for decorating (I suspect by the time the Christmas decorations come out...there'll be lots of places to put things). Soooo...I pretty much took most of my Halloween goodies and piled them onto the mantel!
I made empty party crackers and surprise balls a couple of years ago. There's no haunting mystery about what's inside vs the guilt of opening them and ruining the handiwork. Although the brightly colored crackers are vintage and have something mysterious hidden inside!
A vintage noise maker, mini blow mold pumpkin, funny paper mache gourd guy and some handmade pieces...
The gourd guys I made out of dried gourds are some of my favorite characters.
The witches are flying again this too. This time you can see them as soon as you walk in the house!
This antique black rocker was a wedding gift from my Aunt Kate and it actually goes quite well with Halloween.
The fireplace in the kitchen has a little stack of blow mold jacks.
The living room holds my vintage "Witchy Board". My superstitious friend wasn't too thrilled that I had it. I'll have to hide it when she comes over again...hehe.
On the second tier of the mantel the vintage crepe witches line up with their black cat and 10 cent honeycomb pumpkins.
I love decorating for Halloween!
My sister found these old photos of all of us dressed up and ready to scare! I think I won a prize at the mall for this costume... And I remember that red corduroy skirt being too small and really tight, but they were the only red bottoms I had. I still have those horns and where them almost every Halloween just for fun. Ben wore them when he was a suave devil our first Halloween together! I put red face paint in his ears and I'm still not sure if he's forgiven me! Ah memories! 
My dad is a natural when it comes to playing anything that comes from the woods, be it bear, wolf, or werewolf.
My mom didn't dress up that year...hehe. Just kidding Mom!
My brother was obsessed with the terminator and recreated this costume many times later throughout the year and years to come, be it Halloween or not. He mostly used to convince my sister that he was a real cyborg. And no one was allowed to touch his mechanical hand.
And my poor little sister had to live with all of those scary creatures! Luckily she survived. :) Ahhh the 90's....or was it the 80's still?
