The birthday of Mike.

Collected Costumes: February 26th, 2015

I’ve always enjoyed themes and patterns.  For instance, the year Max was born, I sewed him an incredibly elaborate skunk costume for Halloween.  I sewed his second and third costume and then gave up.  Solomon also got his first 3 costumes lovingly hand-stitched by his loving mother. Clara was a panda, then a mouse…and then she found the Nemo costume and overpowered my powers of persuasion and that was that.

Today, I am sending the mouse costume on its way.

This is how it looked when she first wore it, way back in 2009 (she was 1 1/2 years old at the time):

She has since moved on to more stereotypical girl things, including learning how to hold a doll less precariously.

She has since moved on to more stereotypical girl things, including learning how to hold a doll less precariously.

For some strange reason, this costume was a HIT in this household, and many a child (whilst visiting) would cram his or her body into this costume, well beyond the point of comfort.  Clara, for her part, wore it over and over again for at least the next two years. It got so we needed to hide it sometimes.  Let’s just say it was well loved.

Here is what it looked like tonight, just before I smuggled it into the 5 Down box:

Not so cute any more...

Not so cute any more…

Please don’t hate me…but the first word that popped into my head was “ratty.”

It does look like hell now, but I’m still going to donate it because apparently there is something irresistible about it.  In fact, please don’t tell Clara (or Oliver, or Sam, or even Neiley) that we’ve donated it.  I don’t want a kid revolt over here…

Everybody just needs to back away from the mouse costume and no one gets hurt.

Incidentally, given the outrageous success of this costume, for Christmas 2013, when Clara begged for a Ninja costume, I thought I’d make her one myself.

See the C, lovingly stitched on?  The mask, bandana, and hood?  The fussy, nasty, impossible-to-deal-with fabric?  See the LOVE?!?

See the C, lovingly stitched on? The mask, bandana, and hood? The fussy, nasty, impossible-to-deal-with fabric? See the LOVE?!?

That’s Clara, Christmas day, 2013, otherwise known as the very last time she wore this costume until September of this year, at which point it was about mid-calf and visibly uncomfortable.

She suggested I make a new one.

Uh.  No.

I don’t even know what happened to it, it may have been torched or something.

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