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Cat O'Lantern

I've said before that Little Chic is everything I aspire to be when I grow up.....crafty, always more than enough energy to join in any activity or club, a real go-getter. Procrastinator would not be in her personality description. With Friday and Monday off school, I had the foresight to suggest that we carve a pumpkin this weekend, but not enough insight to realize that we generally pack our long weekends way too full and I would end up not having the gumption to follow through.

After one-too-many activities between yesterday and today, I tried to beg off the pumpkin carving saying that tomorrow afternoon or even Monday would be such a better time. Little Chic would have none of it. I gathered my strength with the thoughts of yet another carmel apple (I believe I've had four since the fall officially started) and we ran over the hill to the local pumpkin farm to choose just the right shape and size for our creation. I bought a magazine yesterday that had some great ideas for unusual pumpkins and being the feline fanatic that she is, Little Chic decided to copy a cat o'lantern that was featured.

I dug out my two "spare" pumpkin carving kits (spare would mean bought last year and never got around to using them) and she did it all but just a little bit of the cutting. Both of us came in pretty splattered with black paint, but with self-satisfied smiles on our faces....especially mine. This year, I'm just way ahead of my usual game and pretty self-satisfied about it too~

Comments

Rochelle said…
Very cute cat! I'm impressed, a cat o lantern...didn't know such a thing existed, but it is something to behold indeed. Good teamwork there.
crazymumma said…
What a super cool idea! My girls would love it...

By the way, Littlest Pet Shop is my little ones' idea of all that is good in this world.

Perhaps a playdate should be arranged;)
(Does she have the ferret?)
Anonymous said…
Wow Caroline - impressive - you did a great job. You should send that in to the magazine that gave you the idea, sometimes they will print pictures when people send them in. VERY cute!
PandaMom said…
That is absolutely adorable and so creative! Your very own Martha Stewart At Home! ; )
Anonymous said…
This is SO cool! I'd love to try something like that but I'm not so great at them.

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