Boy did I have a high opinion of myself in autumns growing up: Every year “I” would win a prize for having the best costume (headless horseman, knight, California Raisin, etc.). Little did I realize, of course, that the honors should go to my tirelessly creative mom, wielder of felt, glue, papier-mâché, and more.
Now Margot has taken up the proud mantle & is making excellent costumes for young Nacks. Check out her latest handiwork! 🙂
When I came downstairs yesterday, Henry popped out from behind a door in full owl regalia. After wildly “hoo”-ing at me for a few seconds, he thoughtfully lifted up his mask and said, “Don’t worry, it’s just me, Henry—not a real owl.” 🙂
