Pumpkin Head Ghost

Like most of you, time flies by for me. I'm a part-time medical courier and every April in the same doctor's parking lot I look at the date on my route sheet and feel relieved I won't be driving in snow and ice for a few months. In November I'm sitting in the same parking lot and wondering where the time went and how can I possibly do this job for another winter. Spring bird migration, sitting on the deck carving, mowing tons of grass, swearing at the mosquitoes and deer flies; it's all over in a flash. What can make the time seem to go even faster? Designing and carving holiday items. It's tough to think about Halloween or Christmas in February, June or August but I've learned the hard way I need to work on Santa Clauses and pumpkins year round. An added twist is you never really know when they will sell. In 2013 I didn't sell one Halloween carving but in the summer of 2014 I sold three. A serious collector is always on the lookout for something new and different. So starting in late January I began working on a Halloween carving and two days ago I finally completed it. I'm not sure what to call it or where it came from but I think it's the result of this brutal Ohio winter. I'm still here but my mind went south!


Pumpkin Head Ghost with Baby???

Available in my Etsy store!

https://www.etsy.com/listing/224919120/hand-carved-halloween-pumpkin-head-ghost

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