. . . complete with help.
And look, one of them matches Emma's panda costume-to-be! Now I guess the cat hair won't show so much.
I am running several days behind, due to being stove up with the flu-or-something last week. However, everything will be in the mail on Tuesday, come hell or high water. I went out today to get Halloween goodies for their boxes (you know, the usual—candy skulls, wax lips, gummi snakes, candy corn, that sort of thing) and was mightily depressed at the state of the stores. Wal-Mart (which I hate, but I needed a bathmat and thought I could get Halloween stuff there too) had nothing. Zilch. Usually I get little holiday tchotchkes there—bendy scarecrows, stickers, Halloween Peeps, candy bracelets—the kind of junk I only indulge them in on Halloween and Easter, but there was nothing like that this year. Only sad-looking costumes, and giant bags of Snickers bars, and some plastic pumpkins. Not many shoppers, either. (And no bathmats. I want the ones that look like square towels, woven cotton without that rubber backing that shreds off in the washer. Doesn't anyone make them any more?) So, since I had to go and buy yet more elastic and Velcro (apparently there is something in my sewing corner that devours fasteners of all types, since I never seem to have any no matter how many I buy), and the fabric store is next door to it, I proceeded to AC Moore, which did have some interesting goodies at 50% off. Unfortunately, they also had only two cashiers working, with a 10-person line at each one, and after standing in line for 20 minutes (during which time one line moved not at all, and the other moved up by one person) to buy three packs of stickers, a couple of Pez dispensers and a glittery cats-eye mask, I opted to put everything back and go away muttering to myself. Then I tried CVS (across the street. I was trying to avoid a stop at Rite-Aid, which is closer to home but requires a weird left turn across traffic and just up the hill from a bad stoplight to get out of unless you're going down the hill to Ingles, which I wasn't. Not today, anyway.) and finally found some candy things—no Pez, though—but no little goodies. Maybe I'll stop at Rite-Aid tomorrow when I go to the post office to pick up the mail. Or maybe I won't. I'm sure they'll be very happy with whatever I send.
One thing's for sure—shopping isn't what it used to be, even last year. I've never enjoyed it (unless, of course, it's books or CDs or fabric/yarn/beads. It's the necessary shopping—for bathmats, clothes, food—that I abhor.), but now it's just depressing. I think I'll just stay home; it's nicer here.
Back to the costumes . . .