"I wish me and Synney had matching outfits for Music Day."
Matt's all, "You don't have to make her matching outfits just because she asked for them."
I'm all, "Do you even KNOW me? This is why I am ALIVE!"
And thus: To this:The girls are wearing shirts that were originally either thrifted or dumpster dived, tights handed down from a little girlfriend--they had stained knees and so I dyed them black (didn't turn out great--next time I'll try purple or navy or some other color that will look better even when it's off a little), and their matching pink Chucks.
The skirts and reverse appliques are made from tie-dyed T-shirts that I thrifted a while back and was sort of saving for another stained glass quilt. If I make more of these skirts I'll post a tutorial, but they're ridiculously easy to do and also will look good only on a kid, whose body is just such a straight little noodle, you know. Basically, you just chop off the torso of the shirt at the length you want, leaving the shirt's bottom hem as the hem of your shirt, fold the top cut edge of the shirt down to the inside and zig-zag yourself an elastic casing, then insert elastic and finish your casing.
Reverse applique is a little trickier, but still a really accessible skill.
Music Day itself was...well, it is mainly for the kids, you know. There was a talented little violinist who played the looooongest version of "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" that I've ever heard (until I, too, enroll my children in the IU Pre-College Music Program, I suppose), one kid who played a drum while hiding behind the piano, a four-year-old kid who, AWESOMELY, was dressed all in black AND sang the first verse of "Ring of Fire," including the guitar parts, with this look of total fear in his eyes. My kid's name wasn't called, even though she was signed up, because the teachers think that I'm a total stage mom (I often give people in authority the wrong impression--it might be because I'm accidentally sarcastic sometimes...oh, and really critical of them inside my head) and that they know how to parent my kid better than I do.
What they DIDN'T know, however, is that the whole point of the plan was that Willow was signed up for a duet with Sydney, and that although there was no freakin' way on god's green earth that Willow would ever stand up and sing, my Sydney was chaffing at the bit to go up and do the whole song all by herself. Which was the plan.
Except they didn't call Willow's name.
Sydney cried the whole way home until I promised her that at pick-up time back at school, I would make the other parents stand and listen to her so she could, as she kept wailing, "Sing in front of the people! Wanna sing in front of the people!"
Which I did.
And which she did.
Because I swear that I am NOT a stage mom, but it is quite possible that I do have one stage kid.
If you're curious, here's an at-home version of the performance (turn your sound down--she's standing right next to the computer's microphone):
I tell ya, she would have floored them.