a happy (if belated) Halloween!

I'm just SO unorganised just now!! Imagine just getting round to blogging Halloween on November 2nd - especially since the Chook's first party was 6 days ago! SO. In about July she decided that this year she would be Harry Potter for the holiday. "Excellent," thought I, "finally a costume that I can BUY!"  - unlike  last year's unicorn or the year before's "cute, Mum!" bat. And then the homework came home. To make a costume from recycled materials for the class party. Ergo and therefore - no buying of costumes. Rats. I thought we did okay, though.

 The robes are bin liners, wand a garden cane, specs rescued from the charity box at my work and painted black and the wig is an orange net that I lovingly "rugged" with black wool. And Hedwig?

 SHE is all the Chook's own work. Papier mache on a fabric conditioner bottle. She looked up a snowy owl online and even drew the markings on her wings, head and body herself. Not bad, eh? The DVD's were newly purchased for Halloween last week since (because of the tooth situation) she was going to miss the disco at school. And at the weekend she carved er first punkin. I got to do the yukky bits-out-the-middle bit. I hate that bit!!

 But I think she made a really good job of that bat!

It was her Cub Scouts party last night, she was thrilled to win musical chairs since I seem to have passed on the "never-wins-anything-EVER" gene. Sorry, Chook. I haven't even gotten round to replanting my winter bedders, yet! Those poor front door pots - do you SEE how unorganised I am!

We were also at the Glasgow dental hospital yesterday for our first visit about the tooth-that-got-shoved-back-in. It's looking good so far, the blue stuff is off and it is straighter than it was before!! It looks amazing, actually! But we go back tomorrow for the root canal treatment. Eeeep. It's being done under sedation, though, since she made such a song and dance about getting the blue-glue and bracing off. Such a chicken, the wee lamb. And unfortunately because it's a young tooth and the apex hasn't properly closed (check me with the dental jargon - that's the top bit inside your bone to you and me!) they can't complete treatment for about 2 years since it will take that long to close. So we need to go back every 3 months for 2 years to get the dressing replaced. Drat. And bother. No, honest, that's what I said. Really. Positive vibes, please, for a terrified 8 year old and her Mum!!

P.S. I did finish a quilt, though!!!

P.P.S. Have you seen Pleasant Home today? There's some mug rugs there. One of them may be by me. Just sayin'. *g*