Harpo Marx kissed me once. Ok, not the Harpo Marx, but someone dressed as him one Halloween in downtown Portland. I was coming out of a club, and he just sauntered up and kissed me. To this day I have no idea who that was but it's one of my favorite Halloween memories. I like to think that I looked so a-maz-ing as a lady pirate that Mr. Marx really had no self control. Yes, that's what I like to think, Blogland! Just let it be! I still enjoy Halloween, although we don't get many trick or treaters on the hill we live on. Maybe it's the 31 steps up to our front door!

I found the little gumdrop tree in the bottom picture at Portland expo last weekend. I had to buy it, and if my sister ever reads this post, she'll tear up. My Mom had one, and did the same thing; black and orange gumdrops for Halloween. She used red and green gumdrops at Christmas, and I think she used white ones on Easter. She liked to force forsythia branches around Easter too, just like I do! It's funny the things we do, and are drawn to that we weren't really aware of, and in my case, certainly not appreciative of, as children. I know that connection to my own past is part of the hugh attraction vintage things hold for me.