I’m not against books, rather very much in favour. We love libraries in our house, even if we tend to pay a lot in library fines. Even Book Week doesn’t irk me, but the Book Parade! Every year I am required to come up with a costume for 2 children from a book that we own, or have access to. My delightful offspring refuse to wear the same costume every year, and also refuse to go as a character who has no especial identifying marks (for example Judy Moody).
Each year, the school gives us only a week’s notice, and then the inter-parent child wrangling begins.
Child: “I want to go as Tinkerbell”
Mother: “You don’t have a Tinkerbell costume and I am not making or buying one. What about going as a witch – we have a witch’s costume?”
Child: “I went as a witch last year!” (Oh the horror of being seen in the same costume for two years running) “Can I go as a My Little Pony”
Mother:”My Little Pony Books are not real books, and we don’t have a pony costume”
Wash, rinse, repeat. Anyhow if there are any desperate parents trying to figure out a costume – here’s what I did last year for younger daughter. All you need is a tatty old fairy costume and some 100% synthetic highly flammable green fabric and you have Silky costume – Silky being a fairy in the Magic Faraway Tree.
Cut out cape – no pattern necessary.
I aimed for a length of cape roughly the same length as the neck – wrist measurement of younger daughter. You are aiming for a roughly semi-circular shape – the one below was cut on the fold.
I then zig-zagged all raw edges, and turned the neck edge over to make a drawstring casing where a green ribbon could go through, and ta-dah! With some cheap lurid green eyeshadow applied to younger daughter’s face, and we have Silky.
If you want to make a decent costume – follow the directions here. My daughter was happy enough, if inclined to grizzle about the nasty synthetic fabric scratching at her neck. The costume was not a prize winner. In contrast, when I was in year 2, my mother sent me to the Book Parade as the saucepan man from the Magic Faraway Tree.
I was horrified, and was in tears for most of the morning. My sense of outrage and injustice was only increased when I won the prize for the best costume and was called up to the stage where everyone could see my costume. As an adult, I can see that the true injustice occurred because I received the prize, instead of it being given to my mother.