Hot Glue Friday: Halloween!

Do you get the idea that maybe I'm not the kind of blogger who can start a thing and actually stick with it?

Here are some crafts that should've made it into several Hot Glue Friday posts but instead are all lumped in together today because I found 5 minutes to spare. Perhaps from now on I should share this stuff, regardless of what day of the week it is, and just call it a "craft post"!

Up first, we have my fall wreath, made entirely out things from my mother's basement. Thanks, Mum!


And this is the wreath I have on my door at present. Once again, just about everything on it was obtained when my parents came out to visit in August and brought me half the contents of my mum's craft room. The base for this wreath was a canning rack my canning-free mother mysteriously had lying around for no good reason, still wrapped in plastic. I'm starting to see where I get my crazy shopping habits.



Despite growing enough pumpkins this summer to elicit numerous comments from people every time I went to town to fetch my mail, I had no energy for carving this year. So the boys and I fiddled around with a hot glue gun and some bits and pieces from around the house to come up with these guys. They remind me a lot of the little old men who used to hang around in front of McD's at 4:45 AM, way back when I worked there, waiting for the place to open.



These are my spider earrings. I bought a bag of plastic spiders at the dollar store (which means I have enough left to make earrings for about 200 of my closest friends), used a thumb tack to poke a hole in the bottom end of each, and then trimmed down two eye pins, jammed them in the holes, and attached them to ear wires. And yes, that is snow fence stapled up to the outside of my bedroom window. Let's just say that RB has been at it again and leave it at that, shall we?

Happy Halloween, everyone! I'm trying out a brain-shaped jello mold this weekend, so obviously my next post should be pretty thrilling...

Comments

Debra She Who Seeks said…
I like all your crafts, but especially the Frankenstein wreath! And those bumpy, gnarly pumpkins are cute too -- the baseball hats are the finishing touch!
October 26, 2012 at 1:51 PM
Dimple said…
I'm glad you found hope in the fragile x blog! I have such a heart for people who deal with autism in any form, I sent the link to many.

You have sure been heating up the glue!
October 26, 2012 at 6:51 PM
Glenda said…
Just when I decide you are gone for good you slip back around and let us all know you are still with us! We miss you, you know! Cute projects...I especially like the pumpkins! No spider earrings for this old broad! I almost thought they were real spiders! Don't stay away so long! More pictures of the boys please!
October 27, 2012 at 1:38 AM
Tricky Nag said…
I love the wreaths! And those pumpkins...fantastic. I love what you can do with a glue gun, and that you find the time to it!
October 27, 2012 at 6:59 AM
Suburban Princess said…
I never have the time or energy to carve pumpkins...the boys will do it tomorrow while I'm out running the world.

Hope you have a great Halloween!
October 28, 2012 at 8:44 AM
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