Last year, I was finishing the last seams on Heather's Halloween costume with tears streaming down my face as the sun went down. That seems like just yesterday. The stress of it all is just so fresh.
This year, I declared a costume strike. With guilt in my heart, I told the kids I was not sewing any costumes this year. We'd just have to buy them. I almost took back the strike about a hundred times. Each time I almost uttered the words, "Ok, I'll make you something" the horror of the last minute last year slapped me silly. I need one more year to recuperate from that trauma.
Yesterday was the craft fair at Greg's grandma's community center. My goal was to
get rich make enough for Halloween costumes and Christmas shopping. So, Halloween costumes it is!
We went to the overpriced Halloween store today to find this year's masquerade. Except that they didn't have what Heather really wanted, these costumes were virtually stress free. I made big promises in the middle of that store that next year I'd make her whatever she wants.
Here's a little peak.