I am not a crafty person. I don’t sew. I don’t scrapbook. I don’t even color in coloring books. Forget about any domestic skills in the kitchen. Mine will never be one of those houses with the mouth-watering scent of baked goods wafting about.
Twelve years ago, none of this mattered. So I’m not artsy. I have a brain for business (and a body for….who am I kidding?) I can build a killer spreadsheet and to me, that’s an art. Oddly enough, spreadsheets don’t play a big role in being a mom. Huh.
That’s right, I’m a mom. Which means I’m expected to make things and bake things and they have to be presentable to others. My poor child. She did not get the luck of the drawer in this area.
Case in point, my attempt to “make” her Halloween costume. She wants to be a ladybug but the costume at the store costs more than I can afford. So I thought, “I’ll make her a costume!” I have no idea what I was drinking that day (maybe someone spiked the coffee at work) but the moment the thought entered my head, the following thought SHOULD have been, “You can’t do that!”
Mr. Follow-up Thought missed his cue so there I was, wondering Joann’s Fabrics with a plan and my own delusions. In fairness to me, I did make something. There is a red and black tulle skirt attached to a black jersey waistband with a red ribbon running through it. However, the goal was a tutu not a skirt so though the construction worked, the goal was missed by a mile.
I checked out costumes online, knowing I could not subject my child to the ridicule of her peers when she walked into the Halloween dance in this poor excuse for a tutu. (Don’t even ask what the rest of the costume was going to be.) I would admit defeat (again) and break out the credit card.
But wait. I have a costume in my closet I’ve never worn. My child could wear this. (Yes, at age 12, she can wear my clothes.) I can cut it off and hem the bottom – this iron on hemming stuff is genius! – accessorize her up with every chain, bangle, and dangly item I own and a gypsy is born!
Needless to say, this plan B was not met with much enthusiasm, but I have assured her she’ll have the coolest costume at the ball. And she will. Because sometimes being determined is way better than being artsy.