Today I took my almost-13-year-old daughter to the store to buy a Halloween costume. As much as I like to sew, I've never made her a Halloween costume for a couple of reasons. When her older brother was a year old I made him a leopard costume which cost roughly $70.00 and took me approximately a week to create. After going to Costco and seeing an almost identical costume for about 35.00, I decided I'd buy his costumes from then on. When my daughter was of the age of knowing what she wanted to be for Halloween, for several years in a row she picked a different Disney princess, and it was of the utmost importance that the princess look accurate, which reinforced my Costco habit, after all, 35.00 beats 150.00 any day, unless you have a prayer of winning a large cash award in a costume contest.
So today, my daughter and I headed out to a local party store to check out the costume options. We had looked around here before, but nothing motivates her to settle on a choice like a looming deadline. We headed for the store's costume wall, where pictures of their hundreds of options were displayed.
"What are you thinking about getting?" I asked her.
"I was thinking about a peacock…"
Now, I could have made an awesome peacock costume for her, but with only a few days left that was no longer an option.
"Where do you see that?" I spotted one on the wall and pointed to it. "This one? Diva Peacock?" It was not really what I had in mind. Where was the recognizable peacock shape in the feathers?
"No, this one." She pointed to Ravishing Peacock. It definitely looked more peacock-like, but it also looked more Vegas. She said, "I like it, but I would have to wear leggings underneath, and how could I cover up the top a little bit? Could I wear a sweater? They should call this one 'Slutty Peacock,'" We laughed.
"Let's look at our other options"
First, let me establish that she did not like the "Teen" costumes. Some of them were cute, but she wore a bunch of them already in previous years. A whole bunch of them were dorky, and unrecognizable. If you didn't hold a cardboard sign in your hand stating what you were, no one would know. There were many more options in the adult costume section.
But that presented another problem. Every skirt was short. And when I say short, I mean MICROSCOPIC. Many of the tops were low cut or strapless. And what was with the names? It's like they found all their adjectives in a romance novel. She decided she wanted to try on the peacock costume. When we told the salesgirl our choice, and she announced, "651, Ravishing Peacock, size S" into her microphone. Igloo Cutie was our back-up choice.
We checked out the costume titles on the wall while we waited, and my daughter joked that soon they would be shouting, "ONE SLUTTY PEACOCK COSTUME, COMING RIGHT UP!!" There was Nerdy and Flirty, (Wow, even nerds are flirty here!) Perky Plumber (Mario and Luigi turned female and sexy!) Nurse Juanna B. Sedated kind of scared me - it reminded me of something you might see in a porno/horror movie. What nurse wears an ultra short skirt and high heels and carries a large needle in a threatening way? Sultry Swat Officer was just ridiculous… yes, those swat officers find micro mini skirts and bursting cleavage very practical when they tackle bad guys in the line of duty.
Finally, the Ravishing Peacock arrived. She tried it on.
"What do you think?" I shouted through the dressing room door.
"I don't like it," she said. It was too low cut, (required too much cleavage) too thin, in her opinion, and all squished from being in the package. She settled on a pair of black feathered angel wings, a black tutu (with lights in it!) and a black feathered mask. "Like the angel of death?" her dad asked when she got home. "Yeah, I guess so," she said. She will be wearing her own leggings and her own shirt. We still managed to spend 60 something dollars, but we have remained age-appriopriate.
Navigating parenthood one day at a time...
I’ve loved exercising my creativity since I came out of the womb, but I still feel like I haven’t reached craft NIRVANA - I have yet to find My Thing. I’m a Jill of Many Trades, Master of None, and I know I’m not alone in asking, What IS My Artistic/Crafting Destiny? So many possibilities, so little time! Join me as I sort through this mammoth haystack, with successes, failures and everything in between, one project at a time.
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
FINISHED Sugar Skull Mask
Unless this is your first time reading this blog and you never look at post dates, you probably realize I'm in a post drought. I found out at the end of this past school year that I was being transferred to another building in September. I felt a bit like my work-world tipped onto its side and stayed there. It's not terrible, the people are nice enough and I still have a job, which is what really counts, but you never realize how much you depend on your work friends until you no longer have them around every day.
I've offered to help my friend troubleshoot ideas for costumes for the play she's doing, and I also somehow volunteered to help out with the next play at my daughter's former school. I'll be honest, I was going to volunteer anyway, but it seems I had signed up before I was sure what I was signing up for. Not complaining - it's nice to be appreciated. Work has not started on either play, however.
In the mean time, my husband alternates between complaining and being extremely tolerant of my "art shit" (I like to call it, "craft crap") around the house. There must be a lesson in here, somewhere, I'm just not sure what it is.
So I go about my business, adjusting to a new school year, my new work digs, and an undefined blog focus, and I try to finish projects I start, which is a new rule for me. Keep going, even when you hate it. I'm getting better at that. Sometimes I even like the result, even though it's not what I thought it would look like.
Hummm… maybe that's the lesson I was looking for in this.