We haven’t made any costumes yet. Although we’ve brainstormed a handful of times, and have plenty of ideas — the girls may just need to raid the dress-up basket at the last minute this year. In the meantime, we had fun staging photos for uncle James today, who is working on a Halloween blog post for the NonGMO project. I love a witch in an Irish Dancing wig!
Inspired by this Wee Mouse Tin House pattern and her success last summer selling tiny polymer clay food, Amabel has been getting ready for the summer Artists Market.
I say Amabel is getting ready, but let’s be honest . . . I’m having as much fun as she is! Amabel delegates a lot of tasks to me and also to Ellen who generally likes putting cinnamon on top of waffles and stuffing tiny mice. But Amabel is the director around here. And sometimes the slave driver!
She is so good with little details: tiny stitches, tiny food, tiny books. It’s hard to say no when she has a vision for a project. On Monday it was hamburgers and french fries. On Tuesday it was chips and salsa plates.
Tiny food is pretty straightforward (she had a lot of practice and watched a lot of youtube videos last year), but making these little Altoids Box mice is much more invovled. Expert seamstress Grandmommy even came over last week to sew with us. We have been using freezer paper for the first time to help with cutting and stitching tiny pieces of fabric. Ellen’s favorite part is stuffing the little pillows.
There has been a lot of discussion about how much money to charge? And which items will be the most popular? Also, should the mice be sold seperately from all the accessories? Or should we package each mouse complete with purse, book, and meal? After watching Amabel go through the anticipation of the market last year, I’m enjoying the process of preparation much more this summer — and especially the conversation that happens during the making and working together. I’m glad for the motivation and the deadline of the market, but the preparation just might be my favorite part.
For a long time she has wanted curls. But it is only recently — over the past couple of months — that have I noticed her hair changing from decidedly straight to a just a little wavy. Maybe it is the summer humidity? Maybe it is morning bed head? Or maybe her wish is finally coming true?
I remember after her eight birthday she asked me how long it would take a birthday wish to come true. Without exaclty telling me what she’d wished for, she hinted about curly hair. Will it take a month? A year? Two years? Now my girl is almost ten and her hair is almost curly.