The cycle of life.
Last year's costumeEvery year, on November 1st, I pack away Nina's costume; the one that I worked on for hours and hours, the one with zippers and lining, the one that ended up costing much more than one of those synthetic costumes at the Masquerade store. I know all too well that it will not fit her next year, and yet, after all the work I put into making it, on November 1st, I fold the costume carefully, and pack it away in my special "one day..." drawer.
So as I'm folding the costume I swear over and over in my head: this is the last time! Next year it's off to the store. Target has some perfectly good costumes and it's only for one day anyway and does Nina even notice the difference? That's it, never again, next year we're buying a costume!
Famous last words.
So as I'm folding the costume I swear over and over in my head: this is the last time! Next year it's off to the store. Target has some perfectly good costumes and it's only for one day anyway and does Nina even notice the difference? That's it, never again, next year we're buying a costume!
Famous last words.
This year Nina wants to be Cleopatra. So what do I do? I come up with a little sketch of a Cleopatra costume, go out to buy fabric, ribbons, embellishments, paints, and in the next few weeks I will sew a costume with zippers, some lining and lots of love and care. Nina will be so excited! She will wear it with pride, and come home tired but happy about being a great Cleopatra!
The next day, November 1st, I'll fold the costume carefully and put it away, all the while saying to myself: never again, we're buying next year!
The cycle of life.
Wanna bet on that buying one at the store next year? I do remember making a Lawrence of Arabia costume for my son when he was a senior in high school - It ended when they went away to college.