I had phone call last night with my godkids, aged 5 and 8, who are feeling the weight of the 2024 election results in big, real ways. My social feeds are flooded with emotional posts and my wife has been in a funk all day. Meanwhile, I’ve found myself staring at screens, thinking, “Somebody has…
IN WHICH, I ADMIT THAT I’M COMPETITIVE ABOUT MINUTIAE. Oh, and discover that Wedding Hashtag Generators are total garbage.
IN WHICH, I RECAP WHY THIS THING IS FINALLY, ACTUALLY HAPPENING. tl;dr It’s Marc Abbott’s fault.
A friend wanted to find a way to do something personal and special for his new lady-friend on Valentine’s Day. The result was a homemade gift she could both eat and keep.
It started simply enough. I put together a few fall festive items: a leafy table runner, some fall-scented and colored candles, a big leafy wreath on the door, pumpkin ceramics for the shelves, and fresh fall-colored flower bouquets. But something happened one week before Halloween. I started seeing the houses with all the cobwebs and the gravestones and the skeletons and, quite frankly, I snapped. I had to do something spooky in our apartment. Down came warm fall festive and little by little I creeped the place out. Here’s what we accomplished before All Hallow’s Eve hit.