From ghoulies and ghosties and long-legged beasties and things that go bump in the night, O Lord please protect us.
What I should've said was...from little sister's surgery, identity thieves, assorted hassles and things that go bump in the night. My little sis is ok for now, but her procedure and the family that was at my house because of it bumped my vacation several days and we returned from a less than relaxing trip to a letter from the police saying that our personal info had been found (along with many others') somewhere it had no business being. Then...I can't really elaborate on the hassle except that it was sooo very upsetting on sooo many levels and kind of sent me into emotional duck and cover mode. I haven't been on here for several weeks, so I haven't gotten to gush about what petskin or others made. (Or bask in the gushing for myself. Thankya thankya). And there were actually things going bump in the night. As yet uncaptured animals in the attic right above our bed.
But without further ado my package from petskin.
There's this creepy little fellow...
and this sweet fascinator
Neither felthing nor papier mache is anywhere near my skill set.
And since I keep the pumpkins out til Thanksgiving and the hats out all the time in the Mad Hatter's Tea Party dining room (Hi, nooitare!) They're both still out even now. Thanks, petskin!