hoppy halloween

We never celebrated Halloween in our house.  A lot of this was to do with the fact that where we lived when I was a kid was two miles from anything other than old ladies and dairy cows, two demographic groups that don’t tend to venture out on a cold October night demanding sweets and making threats if they don’t get them.  There were other factors of course, ones Jane knows all about and we don’t need to discuss any further, there being enough quirks in our family to keep this one under wraps for the time being.  But when I saw these embroidery patterns over on Feeling Stitchy, I finally got some way into the Halloween spirit and made a pillow case featuring these creepy chappies,

In other news, I was back in Yorkshire last weekend for a surprise anniversary party my sister and I arranged for my mum and step dad.  They’ve been married 15 years, which may not sound impressive, but it’s my mum’s longest marriage so far and George was given the unenviable task of dealing with a teenage version of me who was as far away from a good apple as possible. 

I have no photos of course because Jane and I spent the majority of the night talking to our older brother who we haven’t seen in years, making him tell us stories about our dad and trying to figure out which parts of our personality come from him.  It turns out that my ability to make up preposterous lies in the style of Matilda, about kidnapping clowns and teachers who secretly wear wigs, isn’t a huge character flaw, it is actually inherited and as far as I’m concerned, rather a Good Thing.

For now though, I’m off to town to get some Canadian dollars for a – totally non-fictional – trip I’m taking on Saturday.  Honestly x