"But everyone is dressing up...." the Kid said glumly, as we discussed attending his little friend's much-hyped Frozen-themed birthday party.
It was true. There have been droves of "Annas" and "Elsas" at just about every birthday party we've attended recently.
"Well, do you want to dress-up, too?" I asked. "And who would you want to be?"
In my heart, I was terrified he'd say "Han", because my sewing skills just aren't up to that. Olaf, Sven, the Marshmallow Monster, heck, even Anna and Elsa were all on the table.
"I want to be Kristoff!" he declared.
I dutifully found a tutorial on Pinterest, gathered my materials, and set to work.
I thought the basic idea of the tutorial was good--just a store bought t-shirt with a little fake fur embellishment. I'd much rather pull out my sewing machine than futz with heat-and-bond, so that's what I did. Other than that it came together well, and I was tickled that he would get to wear the costume to the party.
But then, trouble.
Sweet Husband had Little Miss in the car seat. I was getting the Kid dressed, and we had about 10 minutes until the party was to start. I went to pull the costume over his head, and....
Veteran crafters, tell me, what happens when you take a stretchy t-shirt neck and sew non-stretchy things to it?
Yeah. No more stretch.
I attacked the collar with scissors. Ripped out my oh-so-carefully attached fake fur. Tugged and pulled until the Kid said, "OW!" That costume was not going over his head.
The Kid started to despair. I looked around quickly.
I still had the red sash. We still had a stocking cap, snow boots, grey pants, and even a reindeer. (Rudolph, Sven, who cares!) So, I grabbed the nearest grey t-shirt, turned it inside out, and--voila!--we had a Kristoff.
The Kid was suspicious at first, but once people started asking him about his costume, everything was carrots. It made me wish I'd gone the simpler route to start with.