And they’re not fans of mine. It might have something to do with the fact that I cannot for the life of me get the books back on time. This mutual dislike has been a constant theme throughout my life. My high school’s librarian particularly hated me, it didn’t help matters when she caught me impersonating her in the common room one lunch hour. All my friends thought my mimicking talents were amazing. She didn’t, it earnt me her wrath all my school years and then my poor younger sister enjoyed it too. But I have the last laugh, I still have three books…. So ha, ha, ha, Mrs Dellar, I win!
Whoever came up with the brilliant idea of a book parade at school for book week should be shot. I hated it when I was a teacher and I loathe it now that I am a mother. I know it’s the only time the librarian gets to shine but I wish they’d just stay in the darkness of their book cave and forget all about it.
The big fella announced he’s too old to get dressed up for book week, bless him. I know I should lament the fact that he is no longer my little fella but in this instance I celebrate it.
Choppy is currently all about hobbits. Everything is Frodo related. He constantly wears a curtain ring on a piece of wool around his neck and one of the capes I made for his birthday party. No prizes for guessing what he chose to be. I whipped him up a heavily modified little vest from Burda 9990 (technically a pattern bust) and for the trousers I cut off and hemmed a pair of After School pants that were too short for him. Cheap pair of shoes covered in fur for hairy hobbit feet and he’s done…Yay!
Missy? Ah Missy. The decisions that had to be made. I suggested Pippi Longstocking, she looked at me as if I was someone she didn’t recognise. Lola? Are you kidding? Her thought was a panda from a school reader that she has read to me a gazillion times. Goes a little something like this, “I am a panda, I eat leaves. I am a koala, I eat leaves. I am a caterpillar”….you get the picture.
After much discussion and searching through bookshelves, she decided upon Roald Dahl’s Fantastic Mr Fox. Great, I think. I’ll make a mask and a tail, dress her in reddy brown and Bob’s your uncle. “But Mum, if I just wear a mask everyone will see my hair and it’s Fantastic MISTER Fox and I have long hair and also, foxes don’t have blonde hair.” Oh.
God bless the person who came up with Pinterest. We had a bit of a search and this came up. Missy loved it, (it would cover her hair after all) and I thought it didn’t look too difficult. MIP’s Uptown Girl immediately sprang to mind. And all in all it wasn’t too difficult except for the freaking ears. It went from kangaroo, to bear, to koala then to kinda like a fox. Who knew ears maketh the animal?
Teamed with some matching After School pants. Voila, Fantastic Mr Fox. Course its not as nice as the one on Pinterest but isn’t that the whole point of Pinterest??
I know some people love making costumes. To these people I say, have you thought about seeing a doctor? I think there may be something wrong with you. And to the librarians, get back in your book cave, you losers. I’ll get those books back to you when I’m good and ready.