“I Wanted Costume Gloves”

 So apparently my super power is not mind reading! Last night around 10:00pm my thirteen year old daughter sends a text…”can you grab me a red tutu and white gloves tomorrow?” Since Halloween is today, I really didn’t think this was such an odd request. I wasn’t thrilled that she waited until the last minute, but let’s be honest she is thirteen and most importantly she is her mother’s child! My poor mother had to scramble every year at the last minute because I never wanted to dress up until the big day and then couldn’t make a decision…must be why I was a gypsy every year which really translates into wearing her old clothes from the 70’s layered with jewelry and my curly hair in it’s natural state.

So after a T-ball game with the little guy this morning, we head out to collect the items Kenzie requested. No problem, right? Wrong! First of all, I don’t think they make tutu’s for teenagers, second of all it’s Halloween and there is nothing left! I call a friend who is much better at this holiday than I am, she says…”oh just grab some tulle and get out your sewing machine, it will take you 10 minutes” Ummm…I don’t have a sewing machine, and don’t even know how to sew on a button!

I move onto the gloves. I can handle gloves, right? I grab two pair of white gloves. I’m so proud of myself for this because they are actually white not off-white (I learned the hard way last year that there is a difference when I grabbed an off-white scarf). I deliver the gloves to Kenzie-she’s still at her training for her big bike race, send her a text letting her know I got the gloves but no luck on the tulle.

Several hours later I receive a text from my little princess (who apparently is dressing up at Minnie Mouse tonight). I’ll let you read the conversation between us, this is the story of my life!