As most of you who read this blog regularly know, I love Halloween because it allows me to put my freak on display. That’s a bit of a lie. I do that every day. Both lie and put my freak on display.
I’ve always had an affinity for all things creepy. If I were to dig deep inside my sub-conscience I’d say it goes back to my maternal grandparents.
They were weirdos.
Honestly. What made them dangerous was the fact they were also brilliant. Freakishly smart people who sometimes used their brains for good and sometimes evil. My grandmother suffered from some sort of agoraphobia. She didn’t leave the house once for over a decade. This made pulling pranks (one of her favourite things) difficult. Difficult, but not impossible.
One of her favourite things to do was catch rats from the basement of her century house, put them in a box, wrap the box up in beautiful paper with ribbon … and set it on the front lawn. She’d then settle herself into a chair by the front window and wait for someone to steal the present and run off with it.
Looking back on it it’s probably a good thing she was agoraphobic. She’s not someone you’d want running the streets of your town.
I’ve told that story before but it seemed worth retelling.
My grandfather was a dentist. His schooling took place in the 1920’s so all of his textbooks were from that era. I’m not sure if you’ve ever looked in a book of pathology from the 1920’s but it’s … frightening. I, as you may have guessed, looked in that book as a very young child. It was horrifying. The stuff that nightmares are made of. It contained the kind of maladies and disfigurements that are now reserved for hit TLC shows. But I couldn’t stop looking at that book, even though I knew it was going to terrify me.
I have the same problem with Honey Boo Boo.
It was that text book and those grandparents that shaped me into the creep loving freak that I am. In turn … I like to pass that quality onto you folks. Think of me as your book of pathology.
This Halloween craft, my last one of this year is my creep gift to you. I totally stole this idea from an art project I saw somewhere by the way.
You need a book. This one happens to be about murder.
You need … some eyes. Pluck them from anywhere you can.
I found mine in some rings that were at the Dollar store. Old dolls, Halloween accessories or crafting stores should have them too.
Drill holes into the centre of the book. You can use a drill bit the size of your eyes or you can cut the book with an Xacto knife.
Clean up the holes in your book a bit with some scissors.
Now just drop your eyes in. And you’re done. If you want to be.
If you want to take it to the next creep level start tearing away at the circles you’ve made. The outermost circles should be the biggest, getting smaller and smaller as you get closer to the centre of the book. You’re ripping out sockets.
Also upping the creep factor? Using eyeballs that move. Like these. Which were $1 each from the Dollar Store. When you set the book slightly upright the eyes look up at you. Creep.
They say you can’t judge a book by its cover.
You have to judge it by what’s inside.
I tend to agree.