I've actually been past this particular phase of my life for a couple of weeks now, but I knew it needed recording, and I figured all of you would want to hear about it. Even if not, I wanted to talk about it. So there.
In January, my mom was in charge of making (and designing) the costumes for some 60-odd cast members to put on a children's production of Wizard of Oz. She had been working on it for months, and since I knew I was getting my tonsils out two weeks before the production, I decided to help her while I could. So I spent several weeks over at her house, working on these costumes, as well.
We used my siblings as models for our creativity a lot, since they were the correct age group/size, and in the process, I got probably one of my favorite pictures of all time:
My 13-year-old sister, Katie, is to the stage where she is waaaay too cool for wearing costumes...and I had to get a picture of the process. She's an unfinished apple tree, by the way.
I, however, am obviously not too cool for anything. Even trying on my other 13-year-old sister's lion costume to make sure it fits right.
Doesn't he make a cute flying monkey?
In January, my mom was in charge of making (and designing) the costumes for some 60-odd cast members to put on a children's production of Wizard of Oz. She had been working on it for months, and since I knew I was getting my tonsils out two weeks before the production, I decided to help her while I could. So I spent several weeks over at her house, working on these costumes, as well.
We used my siblings as models for our creativity a lot, since they were the correct age group/size, and in the process, I got probably one of my favorite pictures of all time:
My 13-year-old sister, Katie, is to the stage where she is waaaay too cool for wearing costumes...and I had to get a picture of the process. She's an unfinished apple tree, by the way.
I, however, am obviously not too cool for anything. Even trying on my other 13-year-old sister's lion costume to make sure it fits right.So, although it made for some stressful weeks on my mom's part (you remember my post about how my entire family was sick? My mom was watching an incredibly sick and miserable Jack all during that time...and it of course happened to fall on the exact deadline of when she needed all of the costumes done), we finished them all and got to watch the play. It was adorable.
Doesn't he make a cute flying monkey?And I was glad to have at least some way of paying my mom back for putting up with us for a month. We were not fun.
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