Actually, no blood, but LOTS of pumpkin guts. Here is my sweetheart; he wields a mean pumpkin carving knife. He is a pumpkin arteest. For 13 years of family life he has created masterpiece after masterpiece of jack-o-lanterns. I'm glad, because although I love the end result, I can't actually do any of the pumpkin carving myself. I think I'm allergic to pumpkin guts-- it makes my hands sting. Okay, I guess I
could wear gloves.
This is Abe's first assistant. Clark carved his, Elinor's and Cannon's, for which Abe was very grateful because 8 pumpkins is a lot of pumpkins to carve, and pumpkin arteests are sensitive and cannot be pushed too far. And I think 8 pumpkins would be too far.
BLAHHHHHH! Pumpkin guts! You want to know something shameful about me? I am sore ashamed, but I slept through almost all of the pumpkin carving today. I was just going to lie down for a minute (wink, wink) and nurse George. 3 hours later I was very refreshed, but had missed most of the annual tradition. How do I live with myself?
Cannon slept, too. But I don't think anyone missed him and I think it was for the best as knives and sharp objects abounded on the kitchen table.
You will notice that Bethany's hand are not touching any guts. I don't believe she gets "stinging hands", she just doesn't like touching slimy things. She kept a very safe distance.
The masterpieces in the daylight.
In the dark--Oooowoooooooo!
Never disturb a pumpkin arteest at work. But I do believe that for the right price, he could be talked into private pumpkin carving tutorials.
Oh, if only we could all look so cute posing with our hand in a gutted pumpkin.
Happy week of Halloween to you all!
2 comments:
Oooow scrary! Wish I could be young again and be part of your family! Happy Halloween! Love, Grandma and Grandpa Fox
I can hear how Abe would talk and act during such an event as this. He was quite the carver as a teenager. I am the one that makes it happen in our family. Which reminds me, we should carve pretty soon.
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