Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Sometimes I forget

what our dinner conversations must sound like to the tables around us. :D

Last night we went up to my friend Sara's house to film one of her 23 horses (only six are actually hers - she owns a horse ranch) for our latest ghost effect.*

Of course or lovely and talented friend Marci that takes all the wonderful pictures of the haunt came up to take pictures of the process (and hubby Nick wanted to test his new video camera).  After filming Legacy - lovely and very patient horse, and getting a tour of the ranch (including her new baby horse Rio) we headed to dinner at our favorite Southern cooking place - The Screen Door (Has the best vegetarian food, the beet and grapefruit salad is to die for!)
So as usually we are talking about graveyards, tombstones, skulls, corpses, coffins, and how husband made this crate for this limited edition skull we are making for the Etsy store.

I guess the words "building a crate for a skull" or "finishing up a corpse" or "do you want a skull for your garden?" can be quite disturbing out of context.  We got some very interesting looks last night. 

Sometimes I wonder what stories these people must have for their friends when they get home :)



  1. So THAT'S how those Satanic Cult rumours get started!

  2. hey, I looked at the photo of the 'ghost horse'...what a cool idea! being a horse freak myself (in addition to just being a freak in general), I would love to see this work! looking forward to updates!

  3. haha, reminds me of Hitchcock's elevator story
    as told by Peter Bogdanovich:
    "Well, it was quite shocking, I must say -- there was blood everywhere," Alfred Hitchcock began suddenly from the rear of the elevator. We were at New York's St. Regis Hotel, heading down to the lobby. There was a slight flush to his cheeks from the several frozen daiquiris he had just drunk in his suite. The elevator had just stopped, three people dressed for the evening had joined us, and immediately Mr. Hitchcock had started to speak, sounding as though he were in midsentence and projecting in that careful and familiar TV tone of his. He went on, "There was a stream of blood coming from his ear and another from his mouth."

    The people had recognized Hitchcock immediately, but now they seemed purposely to avoid looking at him.

    He went right on, gazing beatifically ahead of him as the elevator stopped again and another well-dressed couple came aboard: "Of course, there was a huge pool of blood on the floor, and his clothes were spattered with it -- oh! it was a horrible mess." No one in the elevator, it seemed to me, was breathing. "Blood all around! Well, I looked at the poor man and I said, 'Good God, what happened to you?.'" At this point the elevator doors opened onto the lobby and Hitchcock said, "Do you know what he told me?" and then paused. After a moment, and quite reluctantly, the other passengers moved out of the elevator and then looked back at the director as we walked away. After several foggy moments, I asked, "Well, what did he say?" and Hitch smiled benevolently, taking my arm, and said, "Oh, nothing -- that's just my elevator story."

  4. Be careful what you overhear, you might not like it. ;)

  5. What a great story...and so true!!

  6. Mr. Chicken - you crack me up. That is a great story. Did not know that one. Have some friends that are big Hitchock fans...gonna make sure they see this.




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