Pumpkin Carvation.

Friday night, in hopes to get us pumped for our frightmare delight the next morning, Blake and I decided to carve some pumpkins that we have had on hand for weeks. We found, what we believed to be, the perfect pumpkins. Ever. They were nestled deep within the biggest Wal Mart bin you have ever laid your eyes upon. And yes, like two parents searching for the perfect child amidst an orphanage, we found the perfect pumpkins. Blake commented that maybe we should choose the ugly, deformed ones that no one else would pick, but my motherly instincts kicked in. I didnt want a pumpkin that only a mother could love. I wanted the blonde hair, blue eyed one that would win homecoming queen.

After the purchase, we put these beautiful pumpkins in our yard, so that they could stay cold until just the right time when we would commense to carving. That day was Friday.

We searched the internet for free patterns so that our pumpkins were sure to be beautiful post-carving. After searching for days (or minutes) we both decided on the perfect pattern. Only to take them over to our pumpkins and realize, our pumpkins, although deliciously round and spot-free, were not very tall. There were very few patterns that would actually fit on pumpkins such as ours. Through all of that searching for just the right ones, we inevitably picked ones that werent so user-friendly. But the show had to go on.

I did a spider, Blake did a scary face. They ended up glorious in the end (see picture.)

But a lesson was learned. When life hands you a pumpkin, hand it back and hope for a taller one that can fit a better pattern on it. Cuz its dang hard trying to carve a pumpkin that is short. And then you have to figure out somewhere high above the ground to put it so that people can actually see it. And alot of the times there arent high places to put them. But we love the pumpkins anyways.

Happy Halloween.