I began
day two of mum-making with a determined excitement, now that I "kind of" knew what I was doing. I staked out a table and began adding ribbon upon decorated ribbon to my creation. Each ribbon is then hung on a coat hanger via clothespin - an apparatus that brought me back to fond days of my youth hanging laundry (or maybe it was watching my mom hanging
laundry) Anyways I digress. Seeking input and instruction I am told to add more layers, embellishments, balance out my colors and add more ribbon to give substance. I envision the poor girl walking around school hunched over from the sheer weight - but I press on. I glue on mini disco balls, feather boas, and a variety of shoe-type accessories. Mums are to be personalized and all I know is she enjoys dance, and so my solution is to add shoes. I envy those moms whose sons are bringing dates who are into sports - lots to choose from there. I was thrilled to find little flip flops to add a California touch to my collection.
I then moved on to bears. My son didn't want the cute little bear I had found in the bin (yes there is a bin of bears). He wanted a large bear and said he want to see what I could do with it. He cheered me on, bragging about my creativity. I succumb and choose a large bear and stare at it dumbfounded. Now what? I again turn to a friendly and helpful mom who shows me how I can dismember the large bear - cutting off head and limbs and stitching them closed before attaching them to the mum. So on Halloween night while waiting for trick-or-
treaters, I grab my scissors and begin the process hoping that such a macabre scene will turn ultimately into something cute.
Here is the BEFORE and AFTER
I began day two of mum-making with a determined excitement, now that I "kind of" knew what I was doing. I staked out a table and began adding ribbon upon decorated ribbon to my creation. Each ribbon is then hung on a coat hanger via clothespin - an apparatus that brought me back to fond days of my youth hanging laundry (or maybe it was watching my mom hanging laundry) Anyways I digress. Seeking input and instruction I am told to add more layers, embellishments, balance out my colors and add more ribbon to give substance. I envision the poor girl walking around school hunched over from the sheer weight - but I press on. I glue on mini disco balls, feather boas, and a variety of shoe-type accessories. Mums are to be personalized and all I know is she enjoys dance, and so my solution is to add shoes. I envy those moms whose sons are bringing dates who are into sports - lots to choose from there. I was thrilled to find little flip flops to add a California touch to my collection.
I then moved on to bears. My son didn't want the cute little bear I had found in the bin (yes there is a bin of bears). He wanted a large bear and said he want to see what I could do with it. He cheered me on, bragging about my creativity. I succumb and choose a large bear and stare at it dumbfounded. Now what? I again turn to a friendly and helpful mom who shows me how I can dismember the large bear - cutting off head and limbs and stitching them closed before attaching them to the mum. So on Halloween night while waiting for trick-or-treaters, I grab my scissors and begin the process hoping that such a macabre scene will turn ultimately into something cute.
Here is the BEFORE and AFTER
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