I bought these last year in a fit of tiny house obsession.
I had no idea what I was going to do with them, but I knew it was going to be AWESOME! Cut to 10 months later and they're still in their plastic wrapper.
Until this weekend, that is. Welcome to the world's least-safe neighborhood for trick or treating.
They're painted gloss black. I broke some red Popsicle sticks and glued them over the windows and doors. The roofs are covered in weird craft moss. The insides are lined with red paper and each has a little faux votive inside.
There's some dude's leg sticking out of the trunk of the car. (It--and the trick-or-treaters--are from Michael's)
I had no idea what I was going to do with them, but I knew it was going to be AWESOME! Cut to 10 months later and they're still in their plastic wrapper.
Until this weekend, that is. Welcome to the world's least-safe neighborhood for trick or treating.
They're painted gloss black. I broke some red Popsicle sticks and glued them over the windows and doors. The roofs are covered in weird craft moss. The insides are lined with red paper and each has a little faux votive inside.
There's some dude's leg sticking out of the trunk of the car. (It--and the trick-or-treaters--are from Michael's)
1 comment:
This is so "neat"! Sorry to use such a lame word, but I did thrive in the eighties!!! I do love your style!
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