I wasn't going to make her a costume.
I held out, until the night before.
I saw the little white tights, laying on her dresser. Her pink maryjane Robeez. And the little pink long-sleeved T-shirt with the snaps, just like a little leotard, and I couldn't resist.
So, we headed to JoAnn fabrics, I grabbed some elastic and a yard and a half of rose and pink tulle, and got out the scissors.
I tied knot after knot while we watched The Great Pumpkin, and the next morning dressed my Tiny Dancer. I considered putting on her sunglasses and buying her a tiny piano, but Dr. B thought that was a little over the top. She was a hit at the mall (waiting for the car to be done with the PA emissions test), at her Daddy's work, and at Otto's for supper. I even got in the spirit and put on tights, ballet flats, a jersey skirt and a wrap sweater, all in black. I was her choreographer. I even had the speech planned, "You got dreams? You want fame? Well, right here's where you start paying! IN SPIT!!!" But no one even noticed me. It was all about her.
And she drooled all over the tulle.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Hold Me Closer
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2 comments:
I knew you made her costume when I saw the pictures over at Flickr. So cute!
*sigh* I hope I have a girl someday.
Please FRAME a copy of that photo of her looking up at you, surrounded by the tulle. That's a keeper! Definitely worth the effort to dress her up, she's gorgeous. And I'm sure you made a great Debbie Allen substitute.
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