What started as joke tombstones and a new use for one of my mannequins, blossomed over the years into a full-blown obsession. Our only materials are cardboard, paint, and old mannequin parts destined for the landfill. Oh and my husband’s old white t-shirts — I made a dozen ghosts while watching a scary movie in 2021.
This year we added in Swords of Damocles hanging above the heads of trick or treaters (because what describes life in 2026 better than a Sword of Damocles?), and set out the rest of our stash.
“The yard looks great,” I said to my husband.
“I don’t know…it’s a little sparse,” he answered.
I was dumbfounded. We had just spent the entire weekend on Halloween decorations. Did he want more?? I agreed, of course. More is always better when it comes to Halloween decorations.
Target sells mass produced Halloween decorations. I could have gotten them delivered. They would have been fine. But what would have been the fun of that??
And so off I went to Mannequin Madness, my favorite place and an occasional client. I acquired some new-to-us recycled mannequin heads — creepy enough on their own but add some quick blood and stitching?? Way more fun!
I gathered the kids. I sketched my ideas. I even let my five-year-old loose with washable marker, and then wiped it off when she wasn’t looking so my ten-year-old and I could better execute the vision.
What I love about Halloween is the creativity. Imagining a new identity. Carving a jack-o-lantern. Throwing together a costume from whatever’s around the house.
I believe humans are meant to create. We create lives, we decorate homes, we make and share meals. We create tiny humans, and shape their lives.
To me, it is the meaning of life, the reason to live. It is breath.
I’ve been selling creative services since I was quite literally a teenager. I’ve made a life out of collaborating with small businesses to bring their visions to life. The transformation — in look and confidence — is what gets me out of bed.
Nowadays, I’m equally likely to be sparsing output from a robot as bouncing ideas around with my clients. What once was an invigorating collaborative process is regularly filtered through a glorified random word generator.
And to be totally honestly, I’ve been super depressed. This mass-devaluation of creative work, the onslaught of AI-generated flyers, music, video, books, emails, reviews, podcasts… Why? Just why?
So we can create more shitty work faster? So we can continually to enrich the billionaire class while we exhaust ourselves with mediocrity and convenience?
What is life for if not for having a wild idea, and seeing it through?
Next year, I plan to add sculpted guts oozing out of the mannequin arms and legs. And I can’t wait.













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