Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Mall Christmas Decorations



More from our Beachwood Mall sketchcrawl last Sunday. I saved this one for today, because today is Russian Christmas (Merry Christmas!!). Last night, many women used a mirror and candles to make the image of their future husband appear.


Friday, December 30, 2011

Mr. Kringles Inventionasium



I took my lil sis (my little sister through BigBro/BigSis) to the Mr. Kringle's Inventionasium. We went on the last night that it was open. I'm not sure I conveyed how fun it looked inside, and the floor certainly wasn't as sloopy as it appears in the picture (though it did have a weird feeling under your feet).

The characters were a lot of fun, and there were a lot of colorfully decorated Christmas trees to look at.


It was too young for her, but she will definitely try anything (except for a haunted house, which I leared the hard way in October). And, we got to shop a little in their gift shop, which she's always game for.


This set-up is at Tower City, which is the building you see at the opening of A Christmas Story, and you see when Ralphie is staring into the window at all of the toys. It's nice that there's still something Christmasy in there, though I'm not sure what will happen to this attraction when the casino opens next year.


When I took my father to see Tower City a few years ago, he said that the people who had the old Higbee's window should permanently set up the window display from the movie. I totally agree. It would be awful fun to see that all year long.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Petitti's Garden Center


Does this look like a very flat building? Well, yes it is just a single wall set up at Petitti's for decoration. It sat almost immediately as soon as you entered their store in Strongsville, just past the customer service/returns desk. Very cute, and it looks almost like one could build one of these if they were so inclined with ease. Not that my decorations have gone that far. . . . . Yet. . . .