What a treat to be invited to participate in the colour collaborative this month! And Halloween! My almost-favorite 'holiday'. (Thanksgiving remains #1.) But, I digress...
When I think of Halloweens past, my most vivid 'color' memory takes me back almost 40 years to Halloween Eve. White. White bones. Hundreds Dozens of felt white bones that I had spent weeks hand sewing onto my son's costume for his very first pre-school Halloween party---and I still had dozens to go. Hand sewing because a) I stink at sewing with a machine; b) I apparently never heard of stitch-witchery back then; and c) he was determined to help me place all those body parts in the right place after he found I errantly put a leg-bone on the arm. (Yes, he was rather precocious, but did end up being a physician.)
This would have been my post if I still had the costume to show you. I'm sure it was the finest skeleton costume to ever grace that preschool. (Sadly, his sister refused to wear it the next year, when I spent far less time sequining a boo-tiful witch robe. That is--a pretty witch....she couldn't say beautiful.)
Fast forward maybe 38 of those past 40 years, and you now find me with a totally new obsession in fall color, which just happens to be Halloween color at its finest. But, it is the color that was untouched in my crayola box as a child. I despised it. I never owned a single piece of clothing in it, so it must not have been a top 10 in my mom's color palette, either. My dolls refused to wear it. And eat anything that color? BLECH.
Our American Halloween tradition hails from the Irish immigrants who brought with them the tradition of Samhain (the celebration of the summer harvest passing on to winter). In Ireland, the harvest lanterns were carved from potatoes and beets and turnips; the new world had pumpkins which proved perfect carving material.
Thank you, my Irish ancestors! Pumpkins and Halloween and ORANGE have been linked ever since; and all have become entwined with how I celebrate the season.
Whether I'm crafting...
(Russian needlepunch embroidery.)
(primitive rug hooking)
boo, boo, boo!
(I'd show you the pumpkin pie, but I ate the last piece last night)
My Halloween is full of Orange!
with one scary, white skeleton skull. How could I resist?
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What is The Colour Collaborative?
All creative bloggers make stuff, gather stuff, shape stuff, and share stuff. Mostly they work on their own, but what happens when a group of them work together? Is a creative collaboration greater than the sum of its parts? We think so and we hope you will too. We'll each be offering our own monthly take on a colour related theme, and hoping that in combination our ideas will encourage us, and perhaps you, to think about colour in new ways."
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We went with The Green Lantern (Jay-Bob) to visit Alice in Wonderland, a dozen scary haunted houses, several graveyards, two pirate ships, and a mad scientist's gorey laboratory. We later caught up with the scary ghoul (CandyMan), who trick or treated in his neighborhood. We went early--came home early--but still, much fun was had by all.
I'm usually not home for Halloween. For the past 10???!! years I've met friends for the famous Canton, TX flea market. This year we decided to delay our girlfriend trip a couple of weeks, so that means---I get to Trick or Treat with Jay-Bob and the CandyMan ( this is his FAVORITE of all favorite holidays!!!!!!!).
If it's cold, I'll don this. It's really very purple even though it looks blue in the photo--purple, orange and black look very witchy, don't you think?
I've been told in NO uncertain terms (by #1 Daughter) that my job on the Trick or Treat outing this year is to keep PapaGeek under control. She's had it. She's done. I'm pretty sure I know what I'm getting into.
Every year he dresses the same--Dilbert, of course. (You already knew that, didn't you?) He has this GIANT Dilbert rubber head, and naturally, he can't see out of it well on a sunny day, but in twilight he staggers around, off and on the sidewalks like a drunk. He's also rather exhuberant in costume--and terrifies all the little ghosts and goblins. He thinks they are playing along--and just gets more excited, too. (Big kid--at heart-- in rubber head=trouble!). My job, according to daughter--keep Dad contained. (I MEAN it!!) Great.
The wicked witch and Dilbert--I think there might be a sit-com here. ♥♥♥