I think I might need my head examined. I really, really do. Because this year, I have decided to sew Hallowe'en costumes for my children. They are psyched up about it all, I am, however, experiencing an odd sort of sinking feeling deep in my soul.
Oh, it was all well and good, you see. In light of my decision to drop out of the 9-5 rat race working world, I decided that I wanted to do more things for my children, and sewing a Hallowe'en costume was one of them.
It seemed like a great idea at the time (famous last words). I would get to express my creativity, do something wonderful for my children and (snort of derision here) I would save money. Riiight.
It is not as though I have not sewn costumes. In my earlier days I sewed belly dancing costumes, medieval dresses, a couple of kimonos. I even made a pair of pants and a skirt for a woman and was paid (paid no less) for doing so. And then there have been more kids clothes than I can shake a stick at.
But facing that store full of women and fabric and trying to navigate TWO children through the pattern and selection process was something I will never repeat. They didn't have the pattern I wanted because EVERYBODY wanted to be a fairy this year (who knew?). The proper colored fabric was about $18 a metre (bye bye savings), and of course if your seven year old wants to be Fawn or Fern or whatever, she HAS to have burnt orange satin because otherwise it would just look wrong.
And now, I am staring at a pile of fabric, two paper envelopes full of printed tissue and more notions and bits than I could have imagined. I can only ask... what the heck was I thinking. Next year, it's toilet paper mummy costumes for the both of them. I swear.
Oh, it was all well and good, you see. In light of my decision to drop out of the 9-5 rat race working world, I decided that I wanted to do more things for my children, and sewing a Hallowe'en costume was one of them.
It seemed like a great idea at the time (famous last words). I would get to express my creativity, do something wonderful for my children and (snort of derision here) I would save money. Riiight.
It is not as though I have not sewn costumes. In my earlier days I sewed belly dancing costumes, medieval dresses, a couple of kimonos. I even made a pair of pants and a skirt for a woman and was paid (paid no less) for doing so. And then there have been more kids clothes than I can shake a stick at.
But facing that store full of women and fabric and trying to navigate TWO children through the pattern and selection process was something I will never repeat. They didn't have the pattern I wanted because EVERYBODY wanted to be a fairy this year (who knew?). The proper colored fabric was about $18 a metre (bye bye savings), and of course if your seven year old wants to be Fawn or Fern or whatever, she HAS to have burnt orange satin because otherwise it would just look wrong.
And now, I am staring at a pile of fabric, two paper envelopes full of printed tissue and more notions and bits than I could have imagined. I can only ask... what the heck was I thinking. Next year, it's toilet paper mummy costumes for the both of them. I swear.
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