They're going candy-looting as Narnians this Halloween.
I was so pleased, thinking what a miracle it was that they made their decision so efficiently this year. Unlike the previous years, in which there were weeks and weeks of vacillating and mind-changing.
Until I realized that there are only 18 days till the 31st. And, if one counts the real deadline as the 30th, which is when the children need to be all costumed up for their school parade, well, then that leaves us only about 2 weeks to make it happen.
Normal, sensible people will, at this point, down a stiff drink and head to Costco to buy one of those polyester costumes with turtle shells attached to the backs and convince the children to be Ninja Turtles instead.
But we aren't normal, sensible people, are we? No, we're not. We're craftaholics. We make our own costumes. So we headed to JoAnn last night and bought up a storm and stayed so late that we missed our own dinner (which was especially disastrous, since we were the ones responsible for cooking it). And of course it would be the same day that the JoAnn staff got their new handheld transaction devices with the supersensitive touch-screens, so sensitive that they accidentally charged me $837 for about 412 yards of that gold trim above, when I'd actually just asked for 2. It took AGES to sort out.
And some of us, in addition to being craftaholics, are also procrastinators extraordinaire, who have decided that before the costumes are even drafted, we need to make ourselves some wool skirts. "Why should the children have all the fun?" was how I rationalized it.
And now, with all that marvelous fabric waiting to be turned into things to wear, I suddenly feel an overwhelming urge to take a nap. Or go pumpkin picking. Or bake cookies. Or anything but sew, really.