In Which I Was Left Unsupervised in a Halloween Store

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In Which I Was Left Unsupervised in a Halloween Store

Halloween is my ultimate favorite time of year. I love spooky, creepy, scary, weird, and insanely giant reasons to be creative. I decided in my infinite wisdom the other day to visit the Halloween stores unattended. Now, I’m an adult (I promise), but when I walk into these shops (this also goes for bookstores), I lose my ever-lovin’ mind.

Sure, I know I literally have no need for a giant blow up spider that scales my house and lays little ghost eggs that float into the sky (I’m so gonna trade mark that as soon as I finish this post), but in my dementia I will not be able to live any further if it does not enter my possession.

So, about three stores and minus $60 later, I get home and have a few decorations and some costume-y and make-up-y bits to play dress up!

So I attacked K when she got home and made her take pictures that I then played with in Photoshop because that’s what I do.

Consider it therapy…not the rapy.