Seriously though, we pride ourselves on the details of our parties, and time and time again that's what people remember. It's not that you had a ton of beer, or never ran out of chicken wings, its that when they turn around, basically every square inch of the house has something going on in it. No stone is left unturned, no skeleton is left unscalped.
I present to you, the beginning of my decoration posts. There will be too many pictures to post all at once, and I'm sure blogger would screw up if I tried. So here goes...The front yard, the entry way, the hallway and the bathroom.
This face became our unofficial mascot for the party this year. My friend Shirley found this image on a belt buckle several months ago when I was looking for something to put on the invitations. He fit our Old West-Ghost Town theme perfectly. This giant version of the face was on our garage door.
The entry to our house...every old west party needs a bloody covered wagon, right?
This little fellow was waiting for guests at the front door.
What would the old west be without Indians?
The full view of the front yard.
Once you entered the front door you were in the Sheriff's office, complete with prisoners begging to get out of jail.
To the left you entered the mine (aka the hallway)
Halfway through the mine there was a bird cage with a faux dead canary, some dynamite, etc.
The mine shaft was lit only by torches, which gave it a great creepy effect.
Once you got to the end of the mine, you got to the indoor-out house. Waiting were three miners, each taking a load off their minds.
Also in the out house were the regulars, giant spiders, a creepy bat....
and even a family of opossums on the roof of the outhouse.
We had a slow version of "Oh My Darlin Clementine" playing in the background of the bathroom (compliments of Pickle's artistry), along with an occasional scream for help. Pretty cool, if I don't say so myself....
Stay tuned for more decoration pictures soon!