Halloween is little over a week away and I am not nearly as prepared for this holiday as I’d like to be. I’ve put out my pumpkins, my homemade festive garland, and even a witch in my front yard. While the decorating is about as done as it’s going to get, I still haven’t completed the most important of tasks: Little Man’s costume!
Last year I had made him an adorable pumpkin costume and we were smitten with his sweetness. This year when I asked him what he wanted to be, he told me a Gingerbread Man. I just about melted into a puddle when he said this. The Gingerbread Man is one of his favorite stories we read at night and, he almost knows it by heart, hence the source of his request. It doesn’t hurt that over the big pond we call the Atlantic, little red heads are called “Gingers”, too, making his choice that much more perfect.
The shameful aspect of this story is that my son decided weeks ago what he wanted to be. I’ve had the brown felt and appliqes for weeks, too. But is the costume finished? That would be a negative. I think I first got discouraged when it took all my bartering power to get Little Man to lay down so I could cut the felt to shape (supposedly the easiest method for making sure the costume will fit). Instead of cooperating, he kept posing…like this.
Cute? Yes. Conducive to creating a costume that fits? No. By the time I was able to cut out his shape and sew it together, I again had to wrestle with him to try it on for good measure. Again, no cooperation.
Not that he wasn’t funny. He was. Just not very helpful. At this point, I have managed to add sleeves and do a little decorative work although it’s still a ways from being finished. There’s always next week, right?
