mask by mom

To this day she refuses to wear the spaghetti costume I found in the net (red pants & shirt with brown pompoms as sauce and meatballs, mop as hairpiece as noodles). Every year she wants to look pretty, never pretty scary. This year we had agreed on the last-minute that she will wear the full green satin skirt she wore at the field demo in school, my black top, and her much-loved mini fuchsia feather boa as accent. We got sequins at a nearby supermarket, made a mask and in minutes, she was Masquerade Girl!