Costume-sewing is work. Especially costumes that are intended to stay relevant long after Halloween Night.
My kids are going easy on me this year, though.
One of them (guess who?) wants to be Bunny.
Not "a bunny", but Bunny, her Stuffed Animal BFF.
And her Stuffed Animal BFF, she declares, "has to be a carrot".
(Of course she does.)
Fine, but non-humans have to wait at the back of the line, I tell her, until the human children are adequately costumed.
Sometimes when I look at my life, I shake my head. It's a marvelous life, but there's something of the ridiculous about it, if you not only make your children's lovies, but costume them to dress as their lovies, and then costume their lovies as well.
Is this normal, I want to ask,
and then I pause,
because the fact that I'm actually asking is telling in itself.
The Bunny outfit, though, was the easiest costume I've ever made - drafted and cut and sewn in a day.
That never happens.
Case in point: the Other Child's costume:
Layers within layers, and embroidery and stretchy interfacing and welt-style windows and double princess seams and corset-style lacing.
This is Day#5? #6? and I'm still at it - stitching away, and basting, and fitting. Knit, even a stable knit like this dark green fabric, behaves very differently in person than in paper draft, and four layers of it succumb to gravity in ways you wouldn't believe.
It is a fun sew, though. Tailoring always is, because I make myself take the time to enjoy the process, instead of rushing it just to get it finished "on the outside".
What about the Third Child?
We bought her costume. Because she's at the age when regular clothes = costume.
"I need a leather bag, though, Mom," she tells me. "And a quiver. And a cloak."
(Of course you do.)
And on it goes.
We'll take some real costume shots when everything is finally finished. Today you get the dungeon versions.
I have to say that this has been an uncharacteristically relaxed pre-Halloween season.
Maybe I need to crank up my procrastinating.