Halloween’s in two days, and I almost abandoned ship on this one. The helmet. The eye holes in the helmet. I tried cutting them a few different ways. Tried stitching around them (that just made it worse). Then I was almost out of the blue fabric, so I had to awkwardly piece together the top of the thing. It’s just not my best work.
I started thinking of what his pre-K teachers would think at his Halloween party when they pulled out this awkward costume I sped through, attempting to upcycle what are, admittedly, kind of ragged old t-shirts. I thought about how my son might feel when he sees another Captain America looking like this. And the project was taking too long. Way longer than I’d imagined it’d take.
But then my son came home from preschool. And he was so excited. I finished the project, for better or for worse. And Captain America is wearing blue jeans, too. Because he does that sometimes, right?
But then I look at these pictures and feel the nostalgia that raggedy homemade costumes tend to muster up. I think about the conversations we’ll have over old photo albums when my kids are teenagers or young adults about how I really might have been a little Pinterest crazy when they were little. Or maybe they’ll look back and think I was totally awesome at making stuff. Either way, I’m glad I didn’t throw away that helmet.