It’s Halloween! My favorite.
I decided to celebrate this year by doing a proper jack-o-lantern pin test. Yeah, I sort of did one last year, but this year I found a design on Pinterest and decided to duplicate it exactly, thank you very much. (Of course, this is me, so by “duplicate exactly” I mean “approximate poorly,” but we’ll get to that.)
Behold, my plan:
The plan comes with detailed written and pictorial instructions as well as a pattern you can print out. What could go wrong, I ask you?
I mean, all you need is a pumpkin and a drill. Tab A, slot B, badda-bing, badda-boom, you’re cooking with fairy dust.
Transferring the Tinkerbell pattern went fine… you know… ish.
Although, I do have to admit that my arm was already getting tired by this point and I hadn’t even started doing any actual work yet. Pumpkin prep, y’all. You spend all that time getting things all clean and pretty and then you carefully prepare your plan of attack only to be too tired to do the deed when you’re finally ready. Sigh.
But do the deed I did and I managed to get Tinkerbell carved into the pumpkin without any important pieces of pumpkin anatomy falling off or otherwise becoming unusable.
The fun part of this project is, of course, power tools. In order to make Tinkerbell’s fairy dust, you use a drill with varying sizes of drill bits. I don’t have a drill, so my husband gamely offered the use of his. (He hasn’t seen the pumpkin gut carnage yet. Let’s all hope he just skims this post, and by the next time he wants to use his drill, he will have forgotten why there is orange vegetable crusted onto every surface and who is to blame for that.)
Apparently, though, I have absolutely no sense of drill, because that thing went flopping all over the place and my arm got tired in like 10 seconds. At this point, I figured maybe fairy dust wasn’t that important after all, but my project would have been kind of ruined if I didn’t finish, so I powered through the massive forearm fatigue (and only whined a little bit), and finally fairy dust resulted.
Note to self: Fairy dust is less important to have and more of a pain in the ass to get than anyone will ever tell you.
No, it’s not perfect, but that’s not really the point of this blog. The point of this blog is for me to write an entire post with thinly-veiled hand-job innuendos ALL IN IT and see how many of you giggle and squee in the comments. Mission: accomplished.