A disgrace to my father

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uploaded by Zkellington.

I am a pumpkin carving purist.

I was raised in the true art. You have not seen pumpkin carving until you have seen my father's visions rendered in squash. I was taught to use any and all carving tools available, but never to stoop to such cheap tricks as paint. Oh, yes for some shows and crowd-pleasers dad played with leaves and dye and gourds, but for the pumpkins outside our door on Halloween night only the true, subtractive carved pumpkins would do.

My efforts this year shame me. Nay, don't coddle, it's true - the right pupil was not described by careful removal of excess in the manner of my ancestors. No, the iris was crudely hacked-out and the pupil affixed with, I can barely say it, a toothpick. I have stepped into the realm of additive pumpkin carving, and sullied my family name.


Totally borked the ears, too.

EDIT: My ancestor drove by and told me that I learned well, and he used toothpicks, too! I AM REDEEMED!