And I wouldn’t exactly say I excelled in my sculpture classes at college. I may have gone to art school, but that by no means makes me a Renaissance Woman. Clifford had a heavy hand in many a 3D project.

Given all of that, I don’t exactly know how I got roped into this particular event, but I did help my niece carve her pumpkin last night. It was kind of a fail. Let’s break it down:

1. Pretty sure I picked the wrong knife.

It was shiny and yellow …

2. Pretty sure my technique was extremely dangerous.

My sister said this wasn’t right …

3. Scooped pumpkin guts with a 2 year old (Poor partner choice. She was kind of messy and I question her work ethic)

She was such a hindrance really.

4. Switched to a box cutter. It just felt right… at the time.

Razor blades are so much better than knives …

5. Filmed my sister demonstrating how difficult carving a pumpkin truly is. (Mad props to my dad after all these years.)

6. Nixed the other three teeth in the design. It was an artistic choice – not a lazy way to end the ridiculous experience.

Ta da! Artistic license is everything.

7. Lit. It. Up.. Got that one right.

Yay!!! It glows!

For all the effort, it was great to see it on fire and all aglow.  These are moments we can never get back. Halloween 2014, baby!

I would love to see your pumpkin! Email me your pics and I will share them with the world!