Somewhere in the moments hidden between parenting, homeschool, fussy baby soothing, and failed naps, I managed to stitch together a few simple halloween costumes for my little dress up fans.
Cotton+ cardboard + paint = Knight + Hermione + Hamlet
Does every boy have a knight phase? Hawthorne is deep in the middle of one right now because of a video game his dad likes. This is probably the only 3 year old around these parts with a Dark Souls halloween costume.
Seeing the outward signs of his inner transformation into a knight was adorable. You could just see him believing that he IS a knight. He spent a lot of time just darting this way and that, thrusting his sword and raising his shield.
His sweatshirt is Kaufman french terry in gray with little color flecks. I got it HERE
I made separate quilted shoulder pieces and added elbow armor with scraps of a different knit. The graphic was a direct copy of something from Dark Souls done in screenprinting ink.
He LOVES it. Wears it almost every day.
His helmet and shield are a mass of Amazon cardboard boxes and hot glue. My fingerprints are effectively burnt off and ready for a life of crime.
Once upon a time, we were doing Wolf Den (morning assembly for homeschool) and reading the Edith Nesbit version of Hamlet. Upon concluding it, Violet, usually finding our read alouds disagreeable, surprised us all and asked me to read it again. Having read it a second time, she asked to hear it again. So I got a different Shakespeare story book from the Library (Leon Garfield’s excellent book) and read Hamlet yet again.
I’m not sure how many times we’ve read it now. Shakespeare just became our thing after a while though. We always have a story going, and try to memorize our favorite sections so we can shout them at each other all day long.
My favorite was when we were in a long line to cast my ballot during the election, and Violet kept saying “Shall we their fine pageant see? Lord what fools these mortals be!”
She delighted in walking around reciting Hamlet’s soliloquy to everyone on Halloween.
She’s super refined
Her costume is just a Bimaa hoodie made in black interlock (I think it’s organic interlock from fabric.com but I can’t remember what exactly I ordered now) with a hastily applied graphic in white and glow in the dark paint. I bought her pants that are supposed to be jeggings, but not really on her twiggy legs.
Clover is Hermione. No, she IS Hermione. There wasn’t a lot of pretending needed for her to step into this role. Bookish, caring, and bossy. That’s Clover!
She’s so enjoyed assuming the role of Hermione that her costume has been worn out and about many times before and after Halloween. She’s heard the first HP book read aloud once, read it twice on her own, and is now hearing it on audiobook in the van (Jim Dale. Yes.) and both of the kids just love the story. They’re getting the big illustrated edition of Chamber of Secrets for Christmas.
She told me that kids at church made fun of her for wearing her costume to class last week. Since when do kids not wear their costumes to death when they’re 7? I told her to ignore them and wear her costume if she wants. Lighten up, first graders!
Wingardium Leviosa! It’s LeviOHsa. Not levioSAH!
Clover’s costume is two yards of kona cotton in black, lined with burgundy baby rib knit. I traced her body and haphazardly made a hood pattern to go with it. Miraculously, magically, it all came together. Her official looking Gryffindor crest patch didn’t come in the mail until the day of Halloween, and these pictures were taken before that, but she’s got one now.
Tie was a 2$ purchase with painted on red stripes. Her wand was once attached to a local tree and then whittled by me in our driveway.
A few bonus shots:
Not Halloween. Just how my 6 year old dresses on any given day. She’s like an indie elf rapper.
I also let 6 months of my 4th child’s life pass by without even one shot of him on here. How is that possible?
He’s here, and he’s gorgeous!
He’s also the most difficult of all the kids as babies, and a big reason I never get a blog post written anymore. Priorities. I love you, Asher Boaz, but you’re kind of a blog kill!
Well blog, see you again in 6 months when all of my kids are grown up at light speed and I’ve become a librarian.