He's a zombie baseball player on the Pirates. Get it? No? Me neither.
But it didn't stop me from making him a "Dread Pirates" uniform.
I didn't want to offend any of our God-fearing friends and neighbors, so I proposed he be number "999" rather than the actual Number of the Beast. He declined rather vehemently, so by way of compromise he let me leave the number off the costume until after his school's costume parade.
This picture terrifies me.
Here's a cute picture of our neighbor's dog, Bobo, in the Ewok costume I made him. Yeah, you read that right. Apparently now I'm making Halloween costumes for other people's pets.
We were invited to our neighborhood cul-de-sac Halloween Party/Chili Cook-Off. I don't really have a chili recipe I'm confident enough to compete with, so I went the cupcake route. These are vanilla with just a hint of Vampire blood.
These are chocolate with crumbled-cookie graveyard dirt & marzipan bones. Sculpting with marzipan is my new jam. It's like Fimo, but you get to eat it.
Our neighborhood is the shit when it comes to Halloween. This head was just dangling in someone's entry.
The note in the pocket says, "say no to crack."
Another severed head, just hanging around.
This neighbor constructed a miniature burning city on their lawn. I mean.
This guy was hanging out in front of his house just looking awesome.
Crazy cat lady. If I was smart I would have duct-taped our psycho cat, Winnie (who--despite a strict Prozac regiment--takes poops in our downstairs bathroom sink), onto her back and let her take him home. Next year for sure.
In conclusion, our neighborhood wins at Halloween.