My then-four-year-old daughter wanted to be a princess for Halloween (of course) and she wanted me to make her costume. I agreed (of course) because I was wearing my Superwoman undies the day she asked. That was the same year my husband was sewing himself a new Batman cape and he was helping our son, who was 8 then, learn to sew a Robin costume. It was a very creative season in our household.
I took the little girl with me to pick out a costume pattern and scanned the directions. It looked pretty easy. It was a costume, right? We chose a remnant of a pretty pink brocade for the dress, a sheer pink for the sleeves, and a garland and ribbons for her headpiece. I estimated that this would take one afternoon to assemble.
I estimated wrong.
There were princess seams and French seams and a whole bunch of seams I had to look up in a sewing guide. Working with the sheer fabric was not something I would volunteer for again. The zipper was really long. There was a sheer cowl-like neckline. This costume turned into quite the couture gown.
Once it was finished, my daughter loved it. Loved. It. She twirled around in it with an enormous smile on her face. When she stopped twirling she looked up at me and said that she felt like a princess in that dress. That was good enough for me. The she said, "You get to be the queen, Mommy!" and curtsied. For just a moment, looking at the beautiful princess in front of me, I thought she might be right.