
I don't even know where to begin with this one. I seriously don't.
I don't even know if I should laugh or cry. It was a mixture of both last night.
The kids were trying to console me, but they had the giggles too.
Pathetic. That's what I'm going to call it. Pathetic.
To begin with, I have no time for things like this this week. I seriously don't. But I think one of the quirks we creative types have is that even as busy as we are with life, we have to touch base with the creative itch now and then just to keep us grounded. Especially during the busy times.
So there's that.
I had seen this idea on Pinterest earlier in the week and I immediately hit repin. I loved it. (I know, right?) And I thought - how perfect for Mark's tiny little class of 12! I added it to my busy week schedule. (I know, right?)

The first problem was finding the tiny bags. NOT as easy as the directions led me to believe. I can tell you where they don't have them. They don't have them at either of the hardware stores (unless I wanted them with their branding), Home Depot, Walmart, Meijers, Gordons (yes - I am this determined when I get my mind on something), Costo, JoAnns, the party supply store, Dollar General OR the Dollar Tree. Michaels had a peg for them, but they were out.
You can understand why I can laugh and cry at the same time, right?
I knew exactly where to order them online, but - of course - I saw this pin way too late for that.
So. Plan B. I cut regular lunch bags down to 3-1/2" x 7" and I resewed the seam. I'm shaking my head at myself as I type this. DETERMINED! Because they are SO CUTE!

I even took step by step pictures so you too can adapt a regular size bag.
It's okay to laugh. Nobody laughs at me more than I do.

And then, as I was constructing them and putting them together, the kids started coming in one by one and asked - Whatchya makin?
And since I never tell them the answer straight out in anything, I told them to guess.
Wendy: A Wand? (She's currently reading Harry Potter)
Brian: A Teepee?
Mark: I don't know
Allan, the kid who is most like his mother: A Witches Broom!
1 out of 4 saw what I saw. The odds were not good.
I took one to the neighbors, knocking on their door at 8:30 as they were getting ready for bed. I announced to the three that came to the door - Pop Quiz, what is it? The kids had no clue, but were willing to take one anyway if I was passing them out, and the mom saw what I saw. Still not good odds.
Greg, home from work late, also called it a teepee.
IT'S A WITCHES BROOM! &*%$#
Once I told the kids, they saw it right away and tried to console me. I was sitting in my chair at the table in the very slumped defeated pose. Mark insisted that I must carry on because he's excited to share them with his class, whatever they are.
All complete, I double checked my link and noticed that you know what - they aren't witches brooms. Even I didn't know what I was making.
They are Halloween Haystacks.
Halloween Haystacks.
As if.
To top it all off, I realized they are the most ridiculous thing to put in a trick or treat bag because they will tear and all the other candy will get stuck in it.
I'm laughing.
And crying.