That Old House Of Horrors

My Friday post was supposed to be about our
parlor fireplace, all decorated for Halloween.

But do you know what?

It gets dark awfully early these days, and there isn't a whole lot of wattage in the parlor table lamps;

that photo shoot will have to wait.

Instead, we're once again at the old oak table in the sunroom, only this time . . . no turkey plates.

It's a spooky supper for two on a windy, rainy night

near All Hallow's Eve.

Bring on the dark.

Old houses are the best places to be at Halloween.

Don't be scared . . . you are among friends.

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Mr. Jack O'Lantern is keeping an eye on the proceedings.

Do you wonder what your Ghostess -- I mean, Hostess -- has planned for the evening?

 Wineglasses at the ready.

Spider webs and bats beneath the plates.

Black crows settle onto the centerpiece.  Let's hope they are friendly. 

Eeek!  Spider!  Hope he's not the first course!

Miss Havisham has supplied the yellowed old linen napkins, leftovers from her wedding day.

The old  bat  dear also did the flowers for tonight's special dinner a deux.
I think they came from her bridal bouquet.  Nice and crispy!

Please, take a seat.  The pumpkins, crows, spider, and ... who knows? ... are all ready to serve you.

With Hollandaise.  Cue cackling laughter here.

BOO!

Are you ready for Halloween?

Question:  Do you buy your candy ahead of time and hide it?

I buy ours at the very last possible minute!

Well, time to climb up on my latest vehicle, and go for a spin.

-- Cass

And . . . the charming illustrations are all courtesy of

The Graphics Fairy.  Visit her here; she's amazing.