Welcoming The Creepy Season

We went to the Appleumpkin Festival again this year.  Its been a while and some of our friends haven't ever been, so we went en mass.

It was on my 11th anniversary with the husband.  And it was 80 degrees.  A wore a little black dress and little shoes with no socks!  Or tights!  So all around, a wonderful day.

I got this very cool felt spider dude who looks a lot like a Muppet.  I feel like he is missing a top hat and then I realized that he reminds me of this guy for some reason.  $4.

I also shopped around a booth that was selling garlands.  A hundred different garlands, all different holidays, seasons, events...you name it, they have a garland for that.  I chose the foil-wrapped-easter-bunnies-interspersed-with-other-easter-candy-and-beads garland.

I also found this (terribly expensive) amazing version of the Tooth Fairy. See his little bag of teeth?  And his flask of fairy dust?  Tiny little wings?  He's the perfect cross between gruesome and adorbs.  I kind of want to run screaming from him but also give him a good cuddle.

Also, the husband and I took the pup to the local gigantic, old and beautiful cemetery: Mt. Hope.  It's basically the only hilly area of Rochester and it's super gorgeous and real old.  Like those specifics?  And everyone treats it like any other park.  Picnic in a cemetery?  Yes.  Take non-goth photos for your wedding in a cemetery?  Yes.  Go for a constitutional with your husband and pup in a cemetery?  Yes.

Check out these awesome headstones we found along the way.  The perfect thing to usher in October and it's creepy fall undertones.

Very Pretty.

My name!

Not An Actual Stump.

Also not a real stump.  Or book.

Not that Arthur Miller.

Art Deco.

Bausch and Lomb is a big corporation here.  That is now dead.  Apparently.

Yeah, some of the plots look like beds.  Creepers.

This bed plot is for three siblings who died as children.  

Now you'll never sleep again.

These two were much more brown than the others.

Celtic Cross.

It looks as though F. Arvilla Brown may have dug himself out.

You come across random markers like this one. 

They seem to have no rhyme or reason.

This pup has no respect for the dead.

These stones are under the canopy of a huge willow tree.

A pretty patina and a headless gift.

That's right.  Carrie.

Happy Halloween!