Here’s another memory circa 2009. Our first Halloween….
Halloween is quickly approaching. Though Cora doesn’t do candy yet, a girl’s gotta have a costume. At least to take a few pics. So, my good friend Leslie and I decided to set out to make this happen.
Originally, I was thinking she could be the Dalai Lama. But once Leslie and I arrived at the costume store, we realized that there were o-so-many adorable options. I needed to be open-minded.
Leslie found this cute lil lion costume that was small enough to fit her. I was sold. We drove home talking about how cute it was, and how I would put little barrettes in the mane to make it look more little girl-ish. (I can’t quite bring myself to do the whole princess thing yet, though there were millions of those costumes in her size).
I threw it in the laundry to make sure it was clean and ready. My plan was to have her in it when Daddy got home so he could get a sneak peek at what Halloween would bring this year.
Like an idiot, I didn’t read the instructions. And like and idiot, I threw it in the dryer. As it was drying, I wondered for a brief second if maybe it wasn’t supposed to be dried. Naw, I thought. It’ll be fine.
When I pulled it out of the dryer, it was totally ruined. But not like you’d think. There weren’t chunks missing and the mane hadn’t frizzed. The adorable little lion costume came out with a perfect Jerry Curl. I kid you not. A freaking Jerry Curl:
Luke came home that night and took one look at the costume and said: “What is she supposed to be, The Reverend Al Sharpton?”
I really nailed that one.
