Trick or Treats

We met up with Addie and Art and Utah last week to go to Apple Hill together. 
See how cute they are? 


Tootie and Tata (what she calls Utah and how he refers to himself as well) ran around holding hands. It was too cute for words.



apple pie:


Climbing into "the spooky old treeeee!"


pumpkins galore:




pops and toot at the pond:


and us girls:


At the end of the afternoon it got cloudy and cold which made me shiver with joy and then Addie presented us with a little Halloween goodie bag! I wanted to share some of the loot.



Both girls love the wiggly skeleton straw!

(also, notice that no-hands action? my strong sturdy little polly!)


There's just nothing as nostalgic, spooky and charming as vintage Halloween stuff. Here's a little tin noisemaker.



 

I didn't know that these 1950's Rosbro plastics were worth pretty good money. I love this sweet little witch!





Addie had it all in this cute little favor bag.




I just thought it was such a fun idea, to put together little treat bags for a Halloween party or just as gifts. I loved that Addie thought to do this and we've had so much fun with our prizes. 

Addie has an ebay shop of her collectible items, mostly sheet music from the 1920s and 30s with the coolest artwork on the covers, but also some vintage Halloween stuff and other trinkets.

How about you, starting to get your spooks on?

Comments

Milla said…
That pic of you and the girls <3 I'm not big on holidays, but I do love halloween. I think this year we're even gonna carve pumpkins and I have a pretty good costume idea for myself. Can't wait to see what you guys are gonna be.
October 21, 2014 at 6:44 AM
Unknown said…
You have a good sister on your hands. And some freaking adorable babies.
October 21, 2014 at 5:23 PM
mary said…
aw, the vintage halloween stuff makes me so happy, what a sweet idea from addie! i love seeing tootie and tata together, how much they love each other. she will grow up to think of him as a brother, what a special bond. so happy "to spend" another apple hill year with you, how nice for you to have it cool for a change! happy spooks and hallowed eve to you. can't wait to see how the girls dress up. xoxo
October 22, 2014 at 9:09 AM
Amy Beatty said…
I love ade and her awesome style!! those babes are too cute!!! looked like the perfect fall day and NO CROWDS!! amazing! xoxo
October 23, 2014 at 9:16 AM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Tuesdays in my Town - Buck's Bar on the Cosumnes River

Image
Okay, not to turn this into "my favorite river spots" or anything...but it just hit 100 degrees here and i had the pleasure on saturday of going with some of my favorite people to one of our...yes indeed i can't resist.... favorite river spots .  since i talk about the river a lot, all summer long, i figured i'd go ahead and show you all this particular spot for this week's "Tuesdays in my Town." so, my town placerville (aka p-ville, peevs, and infamously "old hangtown") is actually located between two beautiful rivers coming out of the sierra nevada mountains: the american river to our north and the cosumnes river to our south. my friends and i have spots we prefer on both rivers, depending on the day, the kind of hike you want to do, and the month of the year. on saturday we drove out toward somerset down buck's bar road to the bridge and hiked out to the perfect june swimming hole in the cosumnes river, which, by the way, i r
Read more

"I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin..."

Image
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belong to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death. It struck me, when I read Song of Myself several years ago, that thirty-seven years old , that magical Whitmanesque age, was still in the future for me. How exciting that felt! To know that this wonderful age that was such a pure and boisterous beginning for the bard, was something I could look forward to. To know that I could set forth on new adventures, and sing the praises of the earth, and be wild and merry and voluptuous and bold. Now and forever. and especially at 37. And so suddenly I am here! That lu
Read more

handmade homes take to the open road

Image
i want this to be us so bad...rollin away in a fairytale bus made of wood and wheels, porch and books. this is from another book in the series of rad 70s handmade house books that i've written about before and missa wrote about here  ( raddest houseboats ever, ever, ever ) this one is all about handmade hippie houses on the road. we have it at the bookery in the locked case; it's a collectible and thus way out of my price range. but i still get to look at its gloriousness. these photos of the pages look much better than mine, found in this wonderful little delight here , check these caravans out: standing in the mist with its little terra cotta pots and windowpanes, killing this fairytale heart a mine. i can picture joey and emily in this one, our neighbors. and this one can house addie and art, and we'll drive cross the prairies together. this covered-wagon one seems the most fun of all. roll back the canvas and sleep
Read more