Happy Halloween!

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?

A Halloween Tale

Minerva was more of a financial witch than a magical one. She often had more use for her mobile phone than for her magic wand, although she was able to cast basic spells.

She was surfing the web one night, looking for business opportunities, when she found something that interested her. "Oooh I love parties" she thought. "It would be lovely to get back to the woods and I've never been to Arizona. I've just bought a new hat, I got my bargain broom from Sainsbury's for £1 and........

Just then, the phone rang, interrupting her train of thought. "Minerva, it's us, the skeletons from the dolls' house" said three tiny voices.

"Hi, how are you?" Minerva replied.

"Sad, homeless, worried" cried the voices.

It seemed that a terrible event had occurred. The dolls' house had been sold, as the little girl had grown up and gone away. The other toys had gone with it, but the skeletons had been out the back, frightening the birds, and had been left behind. With Halloween approaching, they wanted to be settled so they could give their full attention to their spooky activities.

Minerva wanted to help her friends and turned to her computer, typing in the key words tiny, home, cheap. The magic of the internet got to work. From the hundreds of options presented, Minerva chose the two most promising ones...

'PUMPKIN, IN NEED OF CONVERSION, SHORT TERM LEASE ONLY DUE TO COMPOSTING OF INTERIOR' and...
'WINDMILL, MUSICAL FEATURE, FULL OF CHARACTER, IN NEED OF SOME TLC'
She visited both properties, the second one with the help of her friend Ebay Jay as the cheap broom from Sainsburies had broken down.

Her friends loved both properties, and, due to the falling house prices, could afford both. They moved in in a flash and, apart from a couple of miserable ghosts haunting the place, everything is going fine. They have even managed to grow a pumpkin.

They were relieved that they havn't missed the party. Just don't give them anything stronger than tea....

UPSTAIRS

DOWNSTAIRS

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.....
THE PUMPKIN, PRE-CONVERSION
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.......

THE GARDEN

Pre-Party Bones

I am really looking forward to the Halloween Party at a Fanciful Twist on Saturday. It is my birthday on Sunday though and in this world we are going to my Mum's on Saturday afternoon, staying there overnight and having a birthday/Christmas dinner on Sunday. This is because my brother is home from travelling and will be off again in a couple of weeks and so will miss Christmas. So I want to prepare my posts! I am getting the hang of layout but am still not finding it easy.

I have a few little things for the party-a mixture of things I have collected and certain characters who cannot wait to be there.

Well, back to the things I have collected. I have been looking around my house and have realised that I may be quite ghoulish and death obsessed, due to my collections of bones and skulls. There is something about a good skull that I can't resist. The sheep's skull I have comes from Scotland and I found it on a walk on a very grey day. Unfortunately it was not quite free of flesh and I had to boil it in a saucepan with bleach. I do not recommend that as a course of action. Yeuch. I have a little fox skull from my garden in one of our flats in London. My deer skull was from Greenwich market (but from France originally) and my woodcock skull was from ebay. Ebay is absolutely full of skulls and I have to not look. The best skull I have seen was in a restaurant window display and was an elephant. Oh how I wanted that skull!

I also have various bones that I have found on the bank of the river Thames on beach combing expeditions. Most of the bits of china, clay pipe and oyster shells you find on the river are Victorian so I presume the bones are too. I polished them with furniture polish so they smell nice. I have never made anything with them but they have a lovely tactile quality that makes me pleased they are mine. They also sound quite chime like when they knock together. The little skulls are some bone beads I found at the market last Sunday.