...so last year my then 7th grader had 'Medieval Fair Day' at school... ya know- where the students bring in some bizarre project they had to make and are forced to dress in the traditional garb as well.... ::rolling eyes and hating said projects::
right.
so, together we - ok. stop. actually. there was no 'we' about this part of the project. let's start again. while neal played his online computer game, i interrupted time and again telling him we needed to plan this thing out (for real because i'm a freak about planning ahead). he on the other hand, couldn't be bothered because he was game leveling or something that maybe sounded like that? whatever it was- apparently stopping to figure out a medieval costume could interfere with the rotation of the earth and all that is good and holy in the world. ::eye roll:: frustrated- (since i don't sew, i only hot glue), i said fine- i'll figure this out myself... after googling and searching and googling some more, i later reported back to him with huge news! "your costume will be a white pillow case with slits cut up the side and a hole where your head will go. we'll use markers to decorate the front, draw a crest on it, tie a rope around your waist, and call it a day!" because i was on his last nerve about this ridiculous project ::again rolling eyes:: he mumbled "k" and went about his leveling. or something like that. i'm pretty sure he agreed to my costume design just to silence me. fine by me. whatever. it's his reputation and wardrobe issues at stake. i've already been to 7th grade.
the night before the big medieval fair- realizing he had neglected the costume part of this project, or just relieved because he knew i had a plan, we. wait. actually i went to work trying to make something out of nothing. literally. with his head sticking out the mom made v-neck slit in his pillowcase ensemble- and me DYING the church laugh (ya know- the shoulders bobbing up and down but no sound coming out)- laughing at how horrible this is, yet nodding inside because i hope he learns a lesson, he jams his arms through the side slits while i tie the rope around his waist. even tho i'm pretty proud of myself for creating this fabulous creation, he looks at me like I've lost my mind and would rather die then go to school wearing bedding. Bedding. BEDDING! but as i already stated above... whatever. there was ample time to create something else, but a certain teenager didn't see the urgency in this matter. i convinced him this is the best i could do under these working conditions and reminded him i'm not a sweatshop employee in some 3rd world country and i don't make 12 cents an hour. heck. i don't make anything an hour. *thinking to self- maybe i should see if they are hiring?* anyway. his lack of enthusiasm isn't the worst of it. when he gets to school in said pillow case costume extraordinar (and bad attitude for having to wear this- shocker. i know.)- he quickly notices his classmates getting off the bus and out of cars sporting VELVET ensembles complete with medieval hats and regal flair. ah. the boy who's fashion sense had always been top priority- the boy who thought he 'ruled the school' is now the boy reduced to a homemade ghetto lookin costume, and hopefully. just maybe. the boy with a lesson learned.
moral to the story- when mom offers to make homemade costume and you don't care because online gaming sounds like more fun- rethink. then rethink again.
and hide the pillowcases.
right.
so, together we - ok. stop. actually. there was no 'we' about this part of the project. let's start again. while neal played his online computer game, i interrupted time and again telling him we needed to plan this thing out (for real because i'm a freak about planning ahead). he on the other hand, couldn't be bothered because he was game leveling or something that maybe sounded like that? whatever it was- apparently stopping to figure out a medieval costume could interfere with the rotation of the earth and all that is good and holy in the world. ::eye roll:: frustrated- (since i don't sew, i only hot glue), i said fine- i'll figure this out myself... after googling and searching and googling some more, i later reported back to him with huge news! "your costume will be a white pillow case with slits cut up the side and a hole where your head will go. we'll use markers to decorate the front, draw a crest on it, tie a rope around your waist, and call it a day!" because i was on his last nerve about this ridiculous project ::again rolling eyes:: he mumbled "k" and went about his leveling. or something like that. i'm pretty sure he agreed to my costume design just to silence me. fine by me. whatever. it's his reputation and wardrobe issues at stake. i've already been to 7th grade.
the night before the big medieval fair- realizing he had neglected the costume part of this project, or just relieved because he knew i had a plan, we. wait. actually i went to work trying to make something out of nothing. literally. with his head sticking out the mom made v-neck slit in his pillowcase ensemble- and me DYING the church laugh (ya know- the shoulders bobbing up and down but no sound coming out)- laughing at how horrible this is, yet nodding inside because i hope he learns a lesson, he jams his arms through the side slits while i tie the rope around his waist. even tho i'm pretty proud of myself for creating this fabulous creation, he looks at me like I've lost my mind and would rather die then go to school wearing bedding. Bedding. BEDDING! but as i already stated above... whatever. there was ample time to create something else, but a certain teenager didn't see the urgency in this matter. i convinced him this is the best i could do under these working conditions and reminded him i'm not a sweatshop employee in some 3rd world country and i don't make 12 cents an hour. heck. i don't make anything an hour. *thinking to self- maybe i should see if they are hiring?* anyway. his lack of enthusiasm isn't the worst of it. when he gets to school in said pillow case costume extraordinar (and bad attitude for having to wear this- shocker. i know.)- he quickly notices his classmates getting off the bus and out of cars sporting VELVET ensembles complete with medieval hats and regal flair. ah. the boy who's fashion sense had always been top priority- the boy who thought he 'ruled the school' is now the boy reduced to a homemade ghetto lookin costume, and hopefully. just maybe. the boy with a lesson learned.
moral to the story- when mom offers to make homemade costume and you don't care because online gaming sounds like more fun- rethink. then rethink again.
and hide the pillowcases.
*side note- the above photo is NOT the final costume but rather a family fun night out to medieval times*
