He had a great time and got to hang out with friends he knew from other plays. There was singing and dancing in this one, so he continues to learn.
But that's not what I'm writing about. I'm writing about my cow costume.
The cow costume is getting some laughs. Or maybe I should say the cow is getting some laughs, but I'd like to throw some credit toward the costume.
I didn't design the thing, but I did figure out how to build it, and then sewed it together. It wasn't what I was expecting when I volunteered to help with costumes. I was imagining sewing on buttons and fixing ripped seams. But you want a cow costume that lets both actors' heads show? OK, I can do that, too.
My mother taught me to sew when I was young. I started using the sewing machine when I was about 8. Like some Medieval midwife passing along forbidden knowledge, she warned me, "Don't ever tell people that you know how to sew. They'll want you to do all sorts of stuff for them."
She was right, of course. Once, a co-worker whom I hardly knew wanted me to hem some pants. There are tailor shops that will do that work for you. But not for free.
But hemming strangers' pants and making an awesome costume for your kid's play are different animals, even if it's not your kid who will be wearing the costume. I was really happy that the director said the girl in back could have her head showing. That would take a professional level of maturity to be satisfied with bending over and hiding into the back of a cow costume for the entire performance. It says right in the script that the cow has a big hump on its back, so there you go.
On the day of the first performance, the director called me at one o'clock and said she had some "disturbing news." The cow head was missing.
Well, no cow costume of mine is going to have some lame hat for a head, so I quickly made a new one (make a bunny hat, add horns, and voila, cow head). The costume designer told me it's under lock and key now.
But just as I'm not writing about my son being in a play, I'm not really writing about the cow costume, either. I'm writing about my former office.
I wrote about this mess in January. I updated in February. At the time, I was thinking I wanted the weather to warm up so I could paint the walls. And now, what is it, June, almost July? The room is shaping up, though I doubt I'll paint it. What finally provided me with the proper motivation to clean it? The cow costume, of course.
It is hard to make anything if you have to drag out all your sewing stuff each time. I'm hoping to keep the sewing table clear of clutter so I can sew more costumes, maybe, design a dress with my 6-year-old, and make myself some pajama pants. I'm dreaming big.
The piano and play kitchen have switched places. I could feel the improved feng shui right away; that is, the feng shui of not tripping over crap. The piano is now center stage, and the kitchen is tucked around the corner. I even bought new educational posters. (You know how I love educational posters.) One is titled "What is a Fruit?" and the other is "What is a Vegetable?". I am amused that the publishers avoided the tomato controversy; it appears on neither.
The play is done, we have some free time back, I got my sewing stuff organized and cleaned up the office. To summarize: