Trash Day Thursday-Clearing Out The Cobwebs

Good evening my pretties. I have been commissioned by the fabulous Marie Laveau, who upon cleaning out her broom closet in preparation for the 31st, discovered many items no longer needed for her trade. She chose me to help in the disposal of these items and I happily agreed as I really like living as a person and not as a statue.

In keeping with the spirits, I meant spirit, of the month, I now offer these items for you to peruse.

As you can see, there are several items available and I will briefly describe them to you. Most of these items have been gently used for the last 200 years or so. I don't know the age of all. I adhere to a strict "don't ask, don't tell" policy. When you are dealing with someone like Marie, it's just best not to ask a lady her age.

How about a feather to tickle your fancy or whatever you call him. Spellbinding isn't it?

Here we have a trio of brushes given to Marie by her husband, Handsome Jack on their wedding night. Sadly, he disappeared into the swamp never to be seen again. I've heard Marie spends her down time in and around New Orleans, perhaps looking for a toad. The tiny notebook and pen was used to jot down recipes for all sorts of concoctions.

Speaking of swamps, isn't this a lovely botanical. Her shoes were only worn for dancing around a glowing cauldron on special occasions. The trio of silhouettes are not of former suitors, but are bridge scorecards. She never could get a fourth in bridge to materialize. Wouldn't they be perfect for art projects?

The pressed glass decanter is empty and ready for you to fill with your favorite libation. Marie is known to boo-ze(couldn't resist that one) it up from time to time. The bracelet is just a pretty, jingly thing to forewarn others of Marie's arrival, just in case one might want to disappear on their own volition. You know, like belling the cat only this is belling the old bat.

Now we all know what a beaker is, right? Marie was known for making a mean Zombie(thanks Lily of the Junk Palace). Inside the beaker are glass magic wands of varying sizes. Psst! They're really glass towel holders, just don't tell Marie. She never understood why she couldn't get them to work. But they work wonderfully as stirrers.

Why do all the hands on clocks point to midnight? Oh right-the witching hour.

Here is a souvenir of some of Marie's earlier work. Unfortunately, this customer was left speechless.

Just between you and I, Marie really creeps me out. I am getting quite anxious to finish this post and get out. Right now she is in a good mood, but that could change and to that end, so could I.

This happy couple were the recipients of Marie's infamous Love Potion #9. How does that old saying go, "the proof is in the pudding"? That was some Jello love.

Here we have a quill pen, inkwell and a ledger Marie kept of her debtors. Just glancing through it, I see a lot of outstanding balances. I don't want to be around when she starts collecting. Please purchase something to help put her in the black. I don't want to say my life depends on it, but if you don't hear from me, check the swamps first. And remember- when you speak of me, and you will, speak kindly.

Shake Dem Bones

Good evening, my friends. You may call me Red Skeleton. I see by the clock the cocktail hour is upon us. I'm quite sure a cold one is now in order after a rather trying day at work, unless of course you work the graveyard shift.

I will be more than happy to shake one up for you. Don't worry about drinking and flying, I've got your back, backbone that is. Come to think of it, I also have your thighbone, legbone, jawbone, etc. etc. As you can see, there are no skeletons in my closet. They're all out in the open for all to see, warts and all. I kill myself sometimes.

In case you were wondering, I can also do a mean Shirley Temple. On the good ship, lollipop! That's quite enough of that. What will it be? Don't be shy. Name your poison. I personally prefer a very dry, very cold, dirty martini. So cold, it chills you to the bones.

I must warn you, though, I do make a very dirty martini. In fact, you could say they are down right swampy, guaranteed to put you on the ground or in the ground, whichever you prefer.

So what do you say? I say, here's looking at you kid. Or better yet, here's mud in your eye. I've got a million of 'em.

A Fly By Shoot-Photo That Is

In keeping with all the fun that is going on this month, I thought y'all would enjoy seeing pictures of Fran and Liz's front porch last year. In case you don't remember them or are a first time visitor to my blog, I did a couple of posts of their fantastic home in Terrell. The titles of those posts were The Bomb.com in case you'd like to go back and take a look. These ladies really know how to stop traffic. There are constant drive-bys to see what they are doing to that porch.

You have got to wonder how many hobgoblins have the nerve to actually ring their doorbell.

Seems someone may have just lost her head over all the excitement! No, your eyes are not playing tricks on you. That is a baby grand on the porch albeit a faux one. They have 2 really good friends who will build just about anything they ask for.

I don't go to this much trouble for the inside of my home, much less the outside. They have recently purchased another home and it will be interesting to see what they do with that one.

I just love how they used an old perm, whatchacallit to make a torture device. Oh wait, getting a perm is torture. Anyway, I thought you'd enjoy seeing how far imagination can take you during the month of October.

Its Party Time!

It's not too late-Hitch up a broom, tighten up your bustier, brush the cobwebs off and get ready to attend a Halloween Extravaganza. Vanessa at A Fanciful Twist is hosting a blow out of a party where Anything Goes. Over 200 blogs are partying with food, music, giveaways and all sorts of fun.

I'm already about 2 martinis ahead, so I suggest you roll those stockings down and get started. It looks like this will be the party to see and be seen at. I am already wearing a pumpkin on my head.

I'll be performing tricks, I mean serving treats, later. I've got the Count's special vodka in the freezer chilling, so stop by later for croaktails.

Just click onto the icon on the left and get ready to have a spooktacular time. I have plenty of ghost stories to share including the previous post. Have fun!

My Crack Head Baby

"Step into my parlor" said the spider to the fly. Come with me as I introduce you to my take on crack head babies.Please allow me to present Miss Addiree Helena Seville. It appears we may have arrived just as she's preparing to depart. Permanently!

I think we may have stumbled onto a recent crime scene. There appears to be a clue hidden in the mirror and on the table. Look, a missing candle. Perhaps her husband Mr. Seville, the local barber, has done a dastardly deed and disappeared into the night with only a lit candle to find his way through the fog.

Her neck appears to be damaged and could that be traces of absinthe or arsenic in the glass. It is the witching hour and what was she thinking going out at this late hour. Perhaps to meet a lover?

We may never know, but let us step out quietly and leave her to rest in peace.

Just a little Halloween ghost story. Addiree wouldn't be caught dead with that clown.

Trash Day Thursday Spooktacular

I've been playing around with my dining room table trying to get a scary look for Halloween, but so far it's just not happening. I can't even call it goth, it's more like-oh I just don't know where I'm going with this. I'm feeling as off-kilter as this photo. But when I was placing things around, I thought, I could sell some of this stuff and never miss it. So-o-o-o

I'm open for suggestions on ways to amp this up. And while I pick your brains, feel free to pick around my table. The bustier is not for sale. That was my souvenir from Ms. T and I refuse to sell gifts, even ones I can't fit into.

I was kind of going for the Lady of White Rock Lake look, but it just isn't spooky enough. She's an urban legend in Dallas, but I swear Cat Daddy and I saw her one New Year's eve. Whoops, the old ADD kicked in again. Sorry!

There is a pair of these ginormous urns and believe it or not, they are light. They will probably go from here to having Christmas trees in them. The cute owls I purchased at Laurie Anna's. You can just barely make out the beaker in the background. I think I'll take that off and place it in the laboratory I'm working on.

Maybe I should layer in some old scrim or spider webs and books. That's a great cigar box and don't you just love her dead orchid corsage? The Merlot is Expose'. Hey, that gives me an idea! Maybe I will add books and go for a whodunit look. Yeah, I think I like that. Very Agatha Christie. Maybe even like the game, Clue or the National Inquirer. Now we're cooking!

See, I knew if I talked it out through y'all, I could figure out a way to put it over the top. But I'm still open for help. I never refuse help or advice, especially when I'm CLUEless.(Get It?)

I changed it up a little here, but I think I'm going to put the tarnished silver back on the table. In fact, I think I'll add even more. Maybe a meat dome for a weapon. Those wine glasses are just fun and I couldn't pass them up. They are a little tacky, but so am I. Maybe something else under the domes(which are for sale) for a little more impact.

OK, stick a fork in me, I'm done. Until next time, you know the drill.

The King is Dead-Long Live the King

We interrupt your programming for a special public service announcement. The one, the only, Cat Daddy-King of the road, Supreme Commander-in-Chief of all cool junk, the CEO of auctions, will be making an appearance for one day only. He will be appearing at the semi-annual street sale in The Trinity Antiques District on October 25, 2008 from 8:00 am until the last stalker, I mean gawker, has left.

Now please, no pushing and shoving. There will be ample seating for all. As long as you are buying, you are allowed to get up close and personal with the Man of the Year.

Reservations will not be necessary as we are saving a place of honor for you. You can even take one or six of these chairs home with you as a memento of this special day. I will personally guarantee he will sit on every one of these chairs as if it were a throne(without a magazine).

He will be available for autographs and all photo ops. He will also be collecting autographs, preferably on checks, at that time.

You will be able to peruse the merchandise and souvenirs he has collected on his journeys down life's highway for your own collections. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity not to be missed. To actually get to purchase something the great one's hands have touched and loaded. Smelling salts will be available. I cannot stress enough, this is not, I repeat not, for the faint hearted.

I know the great risk I myself am taking by allowing him out alone without a bodyguard. But remember girls, only his stuff(and by that I mean goodies, I mean junk, oh, you know what I mean) is for sale. You cannot steal him from me. I might give him to you, but you must never try to steal the star from the Queen's crown.

I'll leave you with this photo to get your hearts racing. Remember-Oct. 25, Trinity Antiques District street sale, Industrial Blvd., Dallas, Texas. Be there or be square. This is your announcer returning you to your regular programming.