I wish I could stop time. Just pause it now and then, possibly rewind once in a while. Stretch out the days to 30 hours sometimes.
Halloween is coming and I have been sick since last weekend. Shortly after beginning my daughter's costume, the fever and upset stomach started. By the middle of this week someone was running serrated knives inside my ears and pouring sludge down my throat. Still, the days passed by and the 31st creeps nearer with every tick. Where's that damn pause button!
Yesterday, sitting on the couch armed with Tivo'd "What Not to Wear" episodes, I went back to work on the black cat costume. Hot tea and tissues on one side, black mittens and fake nails on the other. Guess which two things were for the costume?
One paw down. Sure, I didn't do the greatest job clipping the fake nails into claw shapes, but who gives a hoot. The whole point of Halloween being at night is so you can take some creative license with your costume and no one will be able to tell, right?
I fast forwarded through some Tivo'd commercials and set to work on paw #2. The mitten started to smoke as the glue hit the fabric this time. I accidentally glued my right hand to the underside of the mitten. I yanked and pulled and broke my hand free, but it was covered in black tufts of fake fur now. Looks like I'm going to be a black cat for Halloween too now.
I finished the second mitten and laid them side by side to admire them.
That's when I made a mental note. Cold medicine and crafts don't mix.
Sure, I made two paw mittens. Two RIGHT HAND paw mittens.
This week at my daughter's dance class the instructor asked the girls "What are you going to be for Halloween?"
Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses got 4 mentions, there were 3 future Little Mermaids and one blank stare. We hadn't gotten that far at our house.
"Oh shit" I thought. "Please don't let her say something offensive!". Girl characters aren't a favorite thing of hers.
Then I thought "Please don't let her name a costume that I can't make!"
If given the choice, I would rather hear her yell "Barbie is stupid!" versus hearing her respond "I want to be a dragon with blue scales and a long green tail that breathes fire!" I can't sew that well.
"I'm going to be a black cat!" she announced, full of confidence.
Huh? A black cat? Since when?
Well, it's sort of unimaginative, but I can handle it.
Tonight while my husband took the two kids out for ice cream I started working on the head. When they walked in the door with mouths full of ice cream I didn't hear them coming.
I was totally busted wearing part of my daughter's Halloween costume.
It's so warm and fuzzy I am seriously considering making a hat for myself.