and we love them so much.
sometimes they ask us for things that seem absurd
but we are ok with that because we know them.
we know their little minds
and their little hearts.
while we care for their tummies and keep them clean
we also care for their minds.
so when they ask us for silly things
we do our level best to make them happy.
if it’s not going to hurt them
what’s the harm in doing something odd once in awhile?
Blonde curls and blue eyes made a request. Months ago. “Mommy, you gotta make me a Spiderman dress.”
“Honey, that’s not how you ask.”
“Please, please, please! I neeed a Spiderman dress!”
Such a feat is not a walk in the park. Because walking in the park doesn’t involve WiFi. Or PayPal. Or sewing machines.
In all seriousness, most material adorned with the beloved arachni-hero is either fleece, flannel, or quilting squares. Finding woven by-the-yard cotton is no simple matter. Fabric.com to the rescue. For a mere pittance, I purchased 1 1/2 yards of the most beautiful licensed material. And 1/2 yards each red tulle & glitter baby blue tulle. Because red and blue are Spiderman colors, homies. And I was not about to do this half-assed. Making a garment of these specifications is not something one plays around with.
The thing is, Little Blonde Princess is not little in emotion, expression, or action. If her mama is making a present for her birthday, albeit early, this can’t be just any dress. Full skirted, puffy sleeved, and tulle. All. Over. The place. Ribbons. Bows. Drama. Flare. Flounce. It’s also for Halloween. And probably every Sunday until the cows come home. Or she outgrows it. My educated guess is the latter. Darn cows aren’t known to return very often. I’m not anticipating the gown being handed down gently to Molly, so I’ve already begun searching for a clear box in which to preserve and display the collector’s item once it’s usefulness as a princess garment is history.