Redemption is mine

If you read my previous post than you are aware that I endured a devastating Halloween last year courtesy of my Scarecrow and his distaste for his home made digs, but such a fate did not deter me from crafting again this Halloween season. To my shock and awe Magnus requested a snowman costume and proving how fickle a child's memory can be agreed I should make it. No problem. I researched and found the ideal template or so I thought.

I began creating the said snowman with a good deal of anxiousness, because well truth be told I could not endure another Halloween heartbreak. I got my husband's old wind breaker, cut the sleeves, and draped it over my step ladder so the spray adhesive madness could begin. After the said adhesive was applied I stuck pillow batting everywhere, but as I stepped away to inspect my snowman I began to see no resemblance to the Frosty friend my Mags was anticipating, and no I was not just clouded by all the fumes. As I took in the fluffy monstrosity a new idea emerged. This was no snowman, but a cloud and how could I toughen up a cloud-make it a thunderstorm. But I had to sell the idea to Mags, the nervous-pervous, who was scared to death of thunderstorms.

The sell was successful and thunderstorm creation went full force. I sprayed the pillow batting silver, cut raindrops out of cardboard, covered each in foil, hung them from the bottom, and adhered a yellow lighting bolt across the top. Awesome was the only word to sum it up. Lighting in a bottle, if you will. I then took the idea went with it and made it a family affair. Nellie would be the sun, which was also crafted by me-Martha Stewart kiss-ass.

I am happy to report that Magnus had one kick-ass Halloween and found a great deal of enjoyment by being unique. Instead of tears I received accolades for all my hard work. It is lame to say but I was moved more than you would expect. Parents, each in their own way, try to make an impact on their children in case tomorrow they may not have the chance, and yes it seems silly to think of a costume that way, but one day my work will have memories that a costume in a bag would never elicit.