In my downtime, I'm trying to pack up the first floor. It's like we are moving. It feels like an impossible task, but they are about to refinish the floors. Curly keeps pestering me that I don't have any Halloween decorations on display. I snapped at her yesterday, so I was feeling bad when I woke up this morning and I yanked this pumpkin guy out of storage. She doesn't get that I am trying to find a place to put EVERYTHING without adding to the clutter.
|Years ago the fantastic four: Tank, Mini,|
Reggie, and Curly dressed as Sesame
Street characters. Now Curly just picks
her favorite. Reggie takes a pass
on these awesome costumes that I
spent hours crafting. I'm over it. Really!
|Mini's Goldilocks apron. A work in progress.|
The girls are Irish dancing in two back to back competitions this weekend. Fortunately the contests are close to home. Tomorrow's event is called a Halloween Feis. The dancers dress in costume, but they need to choose something that works for dancing.
When Curly was very young, I made her a Goldilocks costume. I made the apron and ironed lettering on the front that read: 'I 💗 porridge.' I sewed little buttons that were made in the shape of little bears down the front of it. With her blond curly hair, the costume was a big hit. This weekend Curly is reprising her role as Goldi. She needed a larger apron. I ordered one this time. Duh. I just need to get around to ironing on the letters.
I attended a jewelry party last night. It was great to be out and be social. Before I left the house, I needed to change my clothes because I was covered in dust. The workers had sanded the drywall yesterday. Ah, progress.
When I am out on a school night, I find that the crew is going to wake up the next morning and have 'issues.' Sure enough, Reg woke up pouting this morning. He didn't know what costume to wear for the junior high's Halloween dance. The dance was after school today.
|This is the study. It's all the last minute |
shit that never has a place to begin
with and I can't decide where
to stick it. My master plan is to
pack it and then unpack it and stare
at it some more.
That should prove very successful.
Part of his problem was that he wanted to coordinate a costume with one of his buddies. I was unaware that our landline doesn't function when I am not home. Is that a thing at your house, or just mine?
I was racing around so that I could get to the high school parent teacher conferences on time this morning. Reg wasn't loving the idea of dressing in one of the amazing costumes that we have in the basement. Our storage room resembles Jim Hensen's workshop since it houses the many creations I've whipped up over the years. Even if he didn't go that route, I felt like he had plenty of good options.
In the end, it was my last minute costume suggestion for Mini that was sure to get some attention at the junior high dance . . .