The whole buy-a-costume-already-made thing was working out for me,
too. Until last year. After a string of cute, purchased, pre-made costumes
growing better each year until we reached by far the biggest hit, Strawberry
Shortcake, it all came crashing down.
Last year, she wanted to be
a tiger, her favorite animal.
Sure, there are plenty of
tiger costumes one can buy online or in a store. Except we live in Florida. My
child would die of heatstroke if she wore one of those thick, furry costumes
with long sleeves and pants. Seriously. It’s hot here in October. It’s 90
degrees outside as I write this.
So I had the bright idea I
would make a costume for her. And it really wasn’t that bad. It was somewhat
time consuming; I painted black stripes on an orange t-shirt and tights. Added
a store-bought skirt, ears and a tail, and used my own makeup to draw a nose
and whiskers on her face. I even painted tiger strips on her fingernails.
It was a huge success. But
it set a dangerous precedent. Suddenly, I wasn’t a non-crafty mom. I was a mom
who could make Halloween costumes. Crap.
And, after going round and
round all year, my daughter finally settled on a costume for this Halloween.
She wants to be Gnocchi, the cat from the Curious George TV show. Not a costume
available for purchase anywhere.