I love this time of year. It's not Halloween itself, or all things scary, or even pumpkin lattes.
It's costume-making.
Oh, how I love it. I like everything about it. I like asking the kids what they want to be, which is always followed by disappointment when it's not what I envisioned, which quickly turns into my acceptance of the challenge (this year it was two ninja turtles and one Cinderella).
I like plotting out my plan for the craft store; just thinking about going gets me excited. Then I get to actually visit the craft store... this year - all by myself! I didn't even mind that I lost cell service and all access to lists and images of their characters. I was still on a high. Oh my goodness, walking around JoAnn's, shopping for costume fabric and various sundries is my happy place.
I love tackling the costumes - with no real plan to speak of. I don't use patterns; I make it up as I go. This is apparently how my mind works best. I thrive on figuring it out, which isn't always pretty.
I love finishing and presenting the costume to the child (or, this year, trying it on them every two minutes while they whined about the pins sticking out of it - kids these days!).
And, perhaps my favorite part? Seeing them wear them year 'round. At least when it's a costume I haven't deemed worthy of preserving in the attic and then end up throwing out when we move.
Now what you may not understand, is how perplexing all of this is. I am not someone who has ten craft projects going at all times. I don't need to be busy. Some days, I am so fatigued that it takes all my effort just to make everyone three meals.
But thanks to the magic of Autumn, I come alive in October. And if I'm lucky, it carries through to December and I bang out three birthdays that delight my kids.
Then I'm done. Until next October.
This year, Clara wanted to be Cinderella. Not Elsa or Anna, like every other four-year-old in America. She's a Cinderella girl. In the name of creativity, I tried very hard to convince her to be Cinderella "before the ball." Original, adorable, easy to throw together with some beige and brown fabric.
My sweet girl eventually even agreed to it, but I knew her heart wasn't in it. So I let her have her first choice, and tackled a ball gown.
I ordered the gloves, headband, choker (totally could have made that, but it was part of a package deal with the headband), and the pettiskirt she's wearing underneath. But the dress is all me. Who do I think I am making a dress? Well, clearly someone who doesn't know fabric very well. Because the darker blue material on her chest stains when it comes in contact with anything, even water. PERFECT fabric for a child.
Also, if you see her in person and look closely, you'll see green sharpie lines on her skirt from where I thought I was going to cut. Classy.
Aaaaand I left not one - but TWO - threaded needles attached to the dress for a while. I swear I just could NOT figure out where I put them!
And then I have my ninja turtles.
Luke was always going to be a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. And the costume was pretty easy to make (notice Essie's signature backwards jammies).
I even had a helper. Luke had some very specific plans for how he wanted his costume to look (he definitely takes after his mother). The "R" on the belt was his
demand idea.
If it were up to Luke, our entire family would be dressing up as all the
turtles and their instructor guy. That was not to be, but he did get a
Leonardo to go along with his Raphael.
As soon as Luke settled on a ninja turtle, I knew Essie would be the same. The only way my wild child would agree to dress up in something would be if it was the same as her brother.
The hand she's holding here, at the neighborhood Halloween parade last Saturday? Not her father. No, this would be a complete stranger. Don't worry, we were close by, although she sure didn't care.
They'll put them on again tomorrow, of course, for the big day (although I'm kicking myself for telling them that last weekend wasn't, actually, Halloween). Our plan is to visit the embassies, many of which are right out our doorstep, and who apparently open their doors to trick-or-treaters.
Hopefully these three don't cause an international incident.