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The series of images in this post was taken last week during the school’s book week. This year, my gal chose to be Pearlie, from the series of Pearlie books by Wendy Harmer. Like me, she was really into details. She wanted to be as closed as physically possible to look like Pearlie, the sassy fairy.
Blond hair, check. Long pearl necklace, check. Excessive accessories on body parts other than neck, check. Fairy wings, check. High boots, check.
Gotta love book week!
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Even though I always whinge about it, I actually love the annual book-week parade at my kid’s school. It’s always a good fun in the morning to see all these little characters parading around. Some costumes were fabulous, some were funny, and some just did not even try, or just forgot/or the parents didn’t have time to dress them up. It also became a bit unclear sometimes where they picked their characters from. A book? A movie? TV series? Either way, it’s always nice to be at the school to watch all the commotion and be surrounded by the little happy faces in their chosen characters.
Hubby has been reading Mr 8 a book from a series (in Dutch) that he loved when he was a kid called De Rode Ridders this past week, so it’s only natural that this became the book that Mr 8 chose to pick his character from. The interesting part about dressing up as your character from the book was to see whether people could actually guess who you were and what book the character from. Since his character was not even from an English book we knew nobody could correctly guess who his character was (this red knight -I wasn’t even sure what his name was- was one of the crusaders ‘back in the days’). But they all guessed he was a knight of some sort, which was great. He laughed gleefully when someone guessed that he was a knight in shining armor.
All my effort paid off. Mr 8 was happy and loving his new costume. Unlike his ‘fragile’ Gandalf costume from last year, this costume is a welcome addition to his collections of capes, cloaks, and super hero costumes because it’s so much more sturdier and more comfortable.
I am just happy because he’s happy. 🙂
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The look from the back. Don’t judge me on my stitching… 😉
Tomorrow’s event lead me to visit the unlikely place today. The fabric shop. One of the top things I am suck at is sewing, and that also includes everything that requires needles, threads and sharp long pokey things like knitting, cross stitching and embroidery. Crochet? No, thanks. But, it’s okay. I’ve learned to accept this shortcomings in highschool, and have since moved on.
I have to conjure up a knight costume for Mr 8 tomorrow, for his book week’s parade at school. He dropped this bomb on Monday, or in other word, yesterday. I had less than 48 hours warning. To be fair, I myself failed to read last week’s newsletter properly, and all info about book week was there. So I shared the blame here too. So anyway, this was how I landed at the fearsome (but very colourful) shop to find fabric to make a knight’s tunic. I realised a little too late at the shop that my English and basic knowledge in the fabric/sewing area was quite limited (hem? thread? a special needle for wool? What?!). Only because of my miming ability that the sweet shop lady finally understood what I wanted.
The photo shows the pile before I started the ‘project’, with a giant bottle of glue standing ready. Little that I knew that stupid tacky craft glue didn’t work; the cross made of stupid felt just did not want to stick to the red fleece tunic. So, with the love I bear my son, I picked up a needle and thread, and started to stitch the crosses on. It was a painful and lengthy process, but it’s done. The stitches would not make my mum glow with pride, but hey, good thing she’s not here to see them.
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Stay tune for the ‘presentation’ of the complete knight costume tomorrow.