Despite being questioned throughout my life —thanks to a non-Anglo-Saxon surname— I still, to this day, have no Mexican ancestry. Apparently, my astonishingly pale skin tone and inability to roll my Rs isn’t a clear enough indication.
However, what I do have is a deep appreciation for skulls.
And, thanks to this little fact, it is impossible for me not to be drawn to the intricately embellished sugar skulls. They’re captivating.
The idea occurred to me on a whim while I was on an impromptu first trip to the Hobby Lobby with my best friend.
Oh. My. God. I have found my Mecca.
I could have easily lost my entire paycheck in that store – just like that. It would have magically disappeared.
*Poof* Paycheck Be Gone
I’m usually geared more towards cutesy Halloween décor as a mother of twin boys are afraid of their own shadows and a daughter who I believe might be the next Stephen King – or Ted Bundy. One can never be too sure. But, what I do know is that her love of the macabre is unmatched by the remaining members of the household.
Kid’s a little creepy. Just sayin’.
I have a deep adoration for all things hippie coupled with an attraction to bright colors. The bi-fecta — if you will.
So, bohemian décor tickles my fancy and will be a monthly staple because I love drooling over pretty things and I hope you do, too.
What do I love more than crafting? Stupid easy crafts with stellar results.
Insert this insanely easy project that does not have to be confined to Halloween decor.
These little guys will be a permanent staple in my house.
It doesn’t hurt that I’ve always had a fixation with skulls, in both art and decor. Even the quickest of strolls through my Pinterest would reveal that. So, there’s no way I’d put these into storage come November 1st.
Nope. We’ve bonded.
As an introvert, I am a creature of comfort whose safe haven is their home. And, as a woman who veers on the side of artsy, I am a lover of captivating aesthetics. This combination fuels my passion for interior design.
Now, add in the fact that I am a bit of a hippie —raised by a reformed free spirit who graduated the class of 1970— my tastes gravitate towards the channeling of years past. The eclectic mediums, vibrant colors, and disheveled charm of bohemian decor excite me. Continue reading
