Mr. Pumpkin

I was almost on my way out the door when I remembered it was "black and orange day" at school, since after all Sunday is Halloween. I had to go back upstairs and dig around for my pumpkin shirt, which was crammed under some stuff in the closet and horribly wrinkled. So I busted out the iron and ironing board, 'cause if I didn't wear my pumpkin shirt today what's the point? I'd have to wait a whole 'nother year before I got the next chance. I sewed these patches on an old shirt probably 15 years ago, and you can tell, but that of course is the charm. I'm not proud so much of the handiwork, but of the fact that I can still manage to find the shirt on the right day and wear it.