food, crochet, merriment
This Halloween moment…
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from our lives.
A simple, special, memorable moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and keep close to my heart.
If you are inspired to do the same–leave us a link in the comments.
Happy Halloween weekend my friends.
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Back when the “big kids” were really little kids and not actually big kids, and didn’t have any little kids of their own–are you still with me?–dressing up for Halloween was a month long deal. These guys would tear through the costume box and try everything on and mix and match to their hearts content before finally, FINALLY deciding what to “be” for Halloween. Many times the big decision would end up being made about 3 minutes before scurrying out the door with everybody else to trick or treat.
Look who we have here–Sweet Lyndi the naughty witch, Yellow embarrassed clown Jillian, Purple grinning clown April, friend sixties girl Alyna, and bitty baby bear Daney boy.
Silly little “bald kid” was just a baby, not a big enough kid, and too busy being a baby, and being bald, to dress up. ha ha.
Our sweet Jillian took a surprise trip to England last month to visit her dear friends Sarah and Hilda. It was pretty much a hush-hush sort of deal because she was planning to meet up with and totally surprise Dane in the airport in Georgia. We didn’t tell anyone that she was even taking this incredible trip to make sure that word didn’t accidentally slip back to Dane somehow and spoil the surprise.
Anyway–she took some amazing photos that I need–yes, need–to share with you guys. Remember how our family just got finished reading Bram Stoker’s Dracula? Well, our gal went to the actual place where some of the scariest stuff in the book actually happened…for real. No, I mean it.
Yes, yes. Sometimes I have a teeny, tiny bit of trouble distinguishing between reality and…fantasy. It’s a struggle.
In the book, one of the character–named Lucy, is being sucked in–ha ha–by the count himself. She starts wandering around in her sleep/trance, in the town of Whitby. These are the very stairs she climbed up in her creepy white gown in the middle of the night. Can you just picture it?
Her dear friend, Mina Harker chased her up these very stairs to try to stop her from meeting the nasty old Count Dracula again. Oh, he got her anyway.
Are you getting chills yet?
This is the very seat that Mina and Lucy sit on–in the incredibly creepy cemetery–to rest and chat a bit. I know I’d certainly want to sit in a really spooky cemetery for some nice, relaxing girl talk.
Yikes.
This is the very path they walked on while Lucy–unbeknownced to Mina–was slowly being turned into a vampire.
View from the middle of the incredibly creepy cemetery. The very one.
Ooooooh-hoohh!
Now, I’m too scared to speak…
so I won’t.
Jillian says:
“Pointing out to my family just how cool this run down Whitby Abbey looks. It’s PERFECT for the Dracula city of Whitby. I highly recommend that book by the way. One good thriller!”
Go ahead. Read Dracula. It was fabulous and scared the heck out of me. Then come back here and see if these beautiful pictures don’t just make you shake…like…
me…
the scary book wuss,
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A Saturday joy. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from our world.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to savor and remember.
If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for us.
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Happy Birthday Jillian!
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Oh, yes. I am in love again. This does happen quite frequently–doesn’t it?
If you have the deep and abiding love of peppermint–like I do, then my wish for you is that you have this lovely experience sometime in your life. Purely, pepperminty hand lotion. Have you ever heard of such a thing? This particular brand is from William Sonoma–I know, I know…just a tad snooty. But oh my goodness! This was just the perfect little touch of luxury that I was needing right about now, you know? Didn’t hurt my feelings at all that it was 50% off either! Might just be a great gift for Valentine’s Day–if you throw the hints the right way.
My little Jillian tucked this surprise in with some other Christmas goodies and let me just say, “Hea-ven!” It smells just like my daddy’s “sugar room” from when I was a kid. He was a chef and made candy and cakes and pulled sugar taffy that always smelled like peppermint. Mmmmmm.
It’s all I can do not to lick my fingers—but even I know that would be unwise. I have no idea if the brand makes a difference or not–but I’m telling you…
If you get the chance to be near Peppermint lotion in this or the next life–take it. Or come over to my house and I’ll share a smidge…just a smidge.
Then you gotta get your own.
