Last week during my Halloween decorating woes, back here, I vowed to make something for Halloween. Armed with an urn from Kmart scored for $1.47, I was ready to convert it to a Halloween urn.
Seriously! That was the best urn score ever! Only $1.47…sheesh! Back when I purchased it (in August mind you) I had intended to spray paint a cheerful, summery color, like maybe a bright yellow or green. But I was bound to make this into a Halloween urn and chose a flat black spray paint from NH Bragg (an industrial distributor in Bangor otherwise known as my day job).
The spray paint cost me less than $2 but it wasn’t meant to be used on plastics, the material of the urn. I took my chances and decided to live dangerously for this project. I didn’t want to spend $7 or $8 for a fancy can of spray paint and figured I only had a couple bucks to lose if it didn’t work out. After setting up my pizza box painting station, I was ready to go.
Pizza box painting stations are seriously my favorite painting setup. The boxes are thicker than just a piece of cardboard and provides a great surface out in the lawn that I can recycle after using. And it doesn’t hurt that it gives me an excuse to order a buffalo chicken pizza….my favorite! After four thin and even coats of spray paint later, and a freak rain storm in the middle of the painting project, I was left with a Halloween-ie urn.
Miraculously, the cheap-o paint adhered to the urn even with a soaking mid painting. Seriously surprised. So now I was left with what to do with the urn. I thought about planting mums in it and putting it on the front step, but I tend to kill just about every plant I adopt within hours so that plan was thrown out the window. I thought about putting Halloween candy in it but that just didn’t seem right. Then it just happened….this:
Just before I left for a weekend excursion in Vermont, I wanted to bring the pumpkin in from the deck. Mostly because I was traumatized from last year’s “incident” and didn’t want a repeat situation. You see, this “incident” I speak of included me swearing off Halloween for all of eternity thanks to some neighborhood hoodlums who decided to smash our pumpkins. Not cool. The urn inside the entry seemed to be the perfect place for the pumpkin to rest.
Cute…but maybe it’s time that I consider cleaning the floors! So embarrassing!
Pssst…Does everybody have their Halloween costumes all picked out, freshly pressed and ready to go? I do…I do! Except I’m having the darndest time deciding between a cowgirl and a beer wench?! What’s a girl to do!
