Let's get this out there right away: I ripped this off of a Martha Stewart post. That lady knows how to craft! And even though I didn't recreate these cheesecloth ghosts in the exact same way, the elegant effect is the same. These ghosts are creepy and beautiful all at the same time.

I love the asymmetrical garlands I've been seeing in catalogues, but I didn't want to pay the high price tag for them. Luckily, thanks to the wreath making workshop I go to every year, I knew how to do it on the cheap.

The moment we walked over the threshold of what would become our home, I had a dueling sense of disappointment and a strange feeling of familiarity, like I had been here before.

Year after year, we all start out by griping "I don't know what I'm doing." But within an hour, the group of about 30 or 40 people come out with gorgeous creations, no two the same. This creativity is just part of the hook. Once you put a fresh, fragrant work of art on your front door or over your fireplace, you will never go faux again.

Panic struck immediately. I was one of the many that ran to the grocery store in search of frozen foods (not toilet paper - starvation was much scarier in my book). I ended up having a Def-Con 5 meltdown while talking to a local doctor I know in the community while we were in the frozen foods section. He specializes in plastic surgery, so I told my husband I have to buy a new nose to make up for his impromptu therapy session and comforting words.

I'm not an "all is fair in playtime and war" type of person. But, this once again proved my theory that preschool age is truly "survival of the fittest". But as a mother who wants to raise decent human beings that don't put other people in headlocks, this whole scenario scares me. So, what do we do about it?