I have almost made a Halloween wreath for my front door for years now but haven’t been able to wrap my mind and creative impulses around exactly what to design. So. . . naturally I perused Pinterest for some not-so-spooky inspiration and found oodles of fun ideas. Of course what is pinning without passing along? So here’s the latest in Halloween wreaths to hopefully spark some creativity on your own front door.
I have been binge watching Gilmore Girls on Netflix for weeks now and finally said “Bon Voyage” with the rest of Stars Hollow as I wrapped up the last of the entire seven-season series last night. Little did I know, until the 10 o’clock news, that I actually finished this witty, zany and heart-felt iconic TV show on the very day it first aired sixteen years ago. Cool, eh?
I don’t know how I missed Lorelai, Rory, Luke, Sookie and the rest of the town folk when they originally aired in 2000; but considering that I was a newly divorced 30-year-old home owner trying to get my own life back on track, maybe it was a good thing that I didn’t glean too much inspiration from the spunky thirty-something independent single mother of the series. Plus, now that I am a mom, I probably better related to the ups and downs and celebration and heartache that were woven into each season of the series. I also loved the infusion of “current affairs” and pop culture in each episode (especially since I know how most of it turned out), and enjoyed the regular trips down memory lane.
What I did discover midway through my Netflix binge was that a Gilmore Girls revival was being planned and will air the day after this Thanksgiving on Netflix. So I guess I’m kind of a cheater because I don’t have to wait nine years to catch my next glimpse of Stars Hollow. Perhaps this scheduled reunion and the knowledge that I didn’t have to completely say good-bye clouded my judgement of the series’ last episode, but I really liked how the writers nudged viewers in the right direction but didn’t wrap up all the loose ends before the set went dark in 2007. I can completely imagine the lives and storylines of all those characters (with the ups, downs and usual antics) continuing to play out in the nine years in which we didn’t have a front-row seat. I can’t wait to see how successful Rory has become (as if she was my own), if cell phones are still banned in Luke’s diner and how many children Sookie and Jackson ended up with. Of course there’s always the question of Lorelai’s love life, but hopefully the four forthcoming episodes (dubbed A Year in the Life) will answer a few of these questions without completely closing the imaginary door on Stars Hollow for good.
I know it’s a TV show, these characters don’t really exist, and it’s probably not healthy to get so wrapped up in an event like this, but isn’t it kind of nice to imagine a place like Stars Hollow where we can always grab a cup of joe at the diner, join a snowman building contest, dance all night with your mom or rebuild a bridge at the Knit-a-thon? Come to think of it, life just might be a little bit better if town meetings were held in local dance studios at odd hours of the day, or night, where everyone could lovingly gang up on the man in charge.
After a late lunch Saturday afternoon, we decided to have PB&J’s for family dinner. My husband generously volunteered to assemble the meal and even added some yummy apple slices to our plates.
We have one of those little gadgets that wedges an apple while taking out the core — I’m sure you all can visualize, and perhaps own, one of these handy little tools. The problem with said gadget is that most apples aren’t perfectly round and there is usually a bit of tough apple core left in the middle of most of the cut wedges. Of course it’s not a huge ordeal to cut this part out with a knife, and I routinely do this chore for our son.
Little did I know that my husband had on this evening invented a new way to take out the tough bits left behind by the apple corer. . . take a closer look at my apple photo (of course I had to take a picture to document the event). Yes, my dinner-preparing husband decided that it was much quicker and more productive to actually bite out those tough centers on each and every apple wedge before he placed them on our plates.
Hmmm. . . after a good laugh, I ate the apples. But rest assured, I will not for any reason put my husband on fruit duty when guests are coming to dinner.
