I attended a total of five end-of-the-school-year parties last week. Five! In a seven-day week. It was a bit berserk. In addition to preparing all of the food to bring along to the potlucks and basically living out of my picnic basket, I had to costume my two boys for their “Indian”-themed (Native American) boy scouts party/sports day. Of course, the boy scouts only sent out the notice about the theme a few days in advance.
So I rummaged through my stash of costumes and discovered that I did, indeed, have an Indian costume. But only one.
When the costumes had been on sale, in my motherly wisdom, I had bought one Indian and one cowboy. I think there is some logic there, but it didn’t really help me with my dilemma. I needed two Indian costumes.
So, with some help from my big bag o’ scraps, I refashioned an old, stained, nearly outgrown t-shirt that was destined for doom into the second costume.
It wasn’t going to—as they say—win any prizes (and there was a prize for the best costume), but it got us through the event. And with some help from a store-bought headdress from last year’s Indian event, it was perfect for the sports day. At any rate, I didn’t worry about it getting ruined.