Most aisles were cleared and ready for Halloween merchandise. Was surprised to see foam pumpkins already.
Nothing at HomeGoods yet.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Michaels 2013
Back In Stock
Looks like our pumpkins and other creepy things are back in stock at Primitives by Kathy.
Monday, July 22, 2013
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Friday, July 19, 2013
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
The Listeners
‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest’s ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller’s head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller’s call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
’Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:—
‘Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,’ he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.
Walter De La Mare
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
The Halloween Outlet
An all-year Halloween store.
Looks like HEAVEN.
THE HALLOWEEN OUTLET
Thanks, Ken.
I never knew this place existed.
Monday, July 15, 2013
Evening Of The Dead
There where hundreds of graves. There where hundreds of women. There
were hundreds of daughters. There were hundreds of sons. And hundreds
upon hundreds upon thousands of candles. The whole graveyard was one
swarm of candleshine as if a population of fireflies had heard of a
Grand Conglomeration and had flown here to settle in and flame upon the
stones and light the brown faces and the dark eyes and the black hair.
Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Home Goods
We stopped into HomeGoods yesterday and an employee told us that she heard the Halloween stuff was going to be put out next weekend.
CRAZY early, but the Halloween freak in me is excited.
Though it'll stink if their Christmas junk starts pushing the Halloween items away come cooler weather.
Here's a shot from last year.
Friday, July 12, 2013
Scarecrows
The book by Avon Neal and Ann Parker.
Just got this yesterday by the folks behind the previously-featured Ephemeral Folk Figures. A small book with a ton of color photos of tattered field people.
How I never saw these two books before is beyond me. But I'm happy to finally own them.
When I die, I better come back as a scarecrow.
Now Playing: Drive
From the Cherry 2000 soundtrack by the late and very great Basil Poledouris.
Click below:
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Trick Or Treat
The ghost is a torn sheet,
the skeleton's suit came from a rack in a store
the witch is flameproof, but who knows
what dark streets they have taken here?
Brother Death, here is a candy bar.
For the lady wearing the hat from Salem: gum.
And a penny for each eye, Lost Soul.
They fade away with their heavy sacks.
Thanks! I yell just in time.
Thanks for another year!
Nancy Price
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