When Good Crafts Go Bad
The area in which I live is known for the incredible display of fall colors. It attracts many tourists during the harvest season.
The downtown section is usually decorated each year with some sort of seasonal festive display. The downtown section is not large - just a few blocks with a mix of new, artsy kind of stores and older ones that have seen better days. Unfortunately, this years decorating-on-a-small-budget town offering is more in keeping with the latter type of store.
It started out as a plan for a weekend craft activity. Kids from the elementary and high schools were invited to join in a scarecrow making event a couple of weekends ago. The scarecrows were life-size and made from recycled clothing items. The completed figures were then suspended from the lampposts along the downtown section.
Then it rained.
The scarecrows began falling apart. Their heads' lolled forward and sodden items of old clothing dripped from the light fixtures. I drove by late one blustery evening. I'll swear that it looked liked several townspeople had hung themselves.
My daytime pictures do not quite capture the hideous spectacle, but I am sure they are enough to give you a sense of just how bad the crafts have gone.
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The downtown section is usually decorated each year with some sort of seasonal festive display. The downtown section is not large - just a few blocks with a mix of new, artsy kind of stores and older ones that have seen better days. Unfortunately, this years decorating-on-a-small-budget town offering is more in keeping with the latter type of store.
It started out as a plan for a weekend craft activity. Kids from the elementary and high schools were invited to join in a scarecrow making event a couple of weekends ago. The scarecrows were life-size and made from recycled clothing items. The completed figures were then suspended from the lampposts along the downtown section.
Then it rained.
The scarecrows began falling apart. Their heads' lolled forward and sodden items of old clothing dripped from the light fixtures. I drove by late one blustery evening. I'll swear that it looked liked several townspeople had hung themselves.
My daytime pictures do not quite capture the hideous spectacle, but I am sure they are enough to give you a sense of just how bad the crafts have gone.
Preview and Link