Showing posts from February, 2008

Children's Clothing Department

Why is it that when I walk down the clothing aisle at the store, my head is turned by what I see in the children's section? I see sparkles on skirts and go, "ooooo!" I see fringed tops and go, "aaaaah!" I see delightful patchwork dresses in bright colors and shiny fabric and go, "Why isn't that in my size?"
By contrast, the clothing in the women's department is just plain. Even when an attempt is made to sparkle things up, it's usually just by adding a few beads or a faint design outlined in semi-shiny ink. They just aren't interesting!
Maybe it's the kid in me. Or maybe it's the bird in me. My boys say I'm like a magpie, always going after sparkly things. Whatever it is, I put out a call to clothing manufacturers - make the children's sizes bigger, for big kids like me!

Dogs Tails Are Super Glued To Their Butts

It was the stuff of dreams; my 8-year-old landed the dog's part in the school play. I'm not saying that he drew a bad part, I'm saying that he got the part of a dog. Since he had his lines down pat, ("Rowf, rowf, rowf,") all he needed was a costume. I made the mistake of asking Michael what he wanted the costume to look like. "I want a long tail."
I didn't have the time or material to make a full body dog costume, especially since there's no one after Michael to grow into the suit. I was all about ease and thrift.
"Is a pipe cleaner tail long enough?" I asked hopefully.
You would have thought I'd punched my son in the stomach by the look on his face. "No, Mom, that would look stupid." Ah, those halcyon kindergarten days when imagination could make popsicle sticks into the coolest cell phone you ever saw.
"How about wearing your old cow suit?" I asked. "It has spots, just like a dog."