With mistletoe and candle green, to Halloween we go

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I have not yet collated or uploaded any of the photographs from last Saturday's Halloween party. Nonetheless, I took a few tonight.



The tarasque is a shy beast.



The sun is anyone's prey now.



Happy Halloween.

Comments

[rushthatspeaks.livejournal.com]

I tried carving a turnip once. I have come to the conclusion that it is something to while away those long winter evenings-- several of those evenings, in fact, as I think it would have taken me the entire month of November to get the damn thing hollowed out.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Interesting. I expected it would take longer than a pumpkin, but I suppose I shouldn't be so surprised it would take that much longer. Thanks for the warning!

My Irish teacher told us one time that when he was a boy in Gaoth Dóbhair they still made lanterns of turnips for Oíche Shamhna. I'll try to remember to ask him next week how they used to hollow them out.

[rushthatspeaks.livejournal.com]

If there is a trick to it, I'd love to know. (Blasted thing broke one of my good knives.)

[papersky.livejournal.com]

You want a small sharp knife. You slice the top off with a big knife, and hollow that with the small knife, then stick the small knife in and whittle out blocks, not even thinking about eyes etc until you're well into it. The swede/rutabaga you remove goes into soup.

I've done this lots of times, but I don't do it any more because North American Halloween is so unpleasant for so far in advance that I never feel like celebrating it at all. My downstairs neighbours have a dead baby on the doorstep -- I mean it's a doll, but... yuck. I don't feel about it the way you feel about spiders, but walking in past it has been distressing nevertheless.

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My downstairs neighbours have a dead baby on the doorstep -- I mean it's a doll, but... yuck. I don't feel about it the way you feel about spiders, but walking in past it has been distressing nevertheless.

That's not right. It's not a memento mori; it's just unpleasant.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

My downstairs neighbours have a dead baby on the doorstep -- I mean it's a doll, but... yuck.

My goodness, that's deeply ugly. You've my sympathy--it can't be pleasant to live so close to folk who find that cute, or funny, or whatever it is that makes them think such a thing is worth having on their doorstep.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

If there is a trick to it, I'd love to know.

An he tells me one, I'll be sure to pass it on.

(Blasted thing broke one of my good knives.)

Goodness, that's unpleasant.

BTW, I noticed on your userinfo that you went to CSG. I hope you don't mind my asking, but did you know Andi B.? We grew up showing horses together, and her mother's a good friend of my mother's.

[papersky.livejournal.com]

It isn't that bad. But it isn't easy.