Picture day
posted in Uncategorized |The picture-taking was a hectic scene. We arrived at 10:20, and there were mothers and daughters all over the place, wiggling into costumes, getting hair done, getting faces made-up, darting here and there. The dotter and I ducked into one of the dressing rooms, and I did my best to get her into her costume, while she kept poking her head out and watching in fascination as a woman was putting make-up on her little…three-year-old? Four-year-old?
The dotter told me the feathers were supposed to go around her bun…I thought they should be on the side of her head.
There’s a bow that’s supposed to be on the front. I’m going to have to sew it on; in the midst of the hubbub, I tried pinning it on with a safety pin, and the result (I later realized) was sadly lopsided.
Then there’s the leotard. Like always, the dotter is long and lean, so the leotard fits lengthwise, but is far too loose widthwise, so the shoulders kept flopping down. Another bit of sewing for this not-so-handy person to do!
In. Out. Line up here. Go there. Flash! Girls all together. Flash! Out you go. Bam! And that was it.
We were going out shopping afterwards; “Mommy–I told you the feathers shouldn’t go there! Can I keep my costume on? I waaaant to wear my costume!” Hah. Fat chance, girly girl. That expensive little white confection is quarantined until after the recital.
Herewith photographic evidence.
Now, off to do some fiddly sewing. Argh!
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