I know nothing about it except it's making me crazy. It started out innocently enough. Small plans to go with a friend and her older sister. The tickets were purchased and then the friend didn't know if she could go after all. Moms became involved, because they can't be at the convention without an adult in tow. One of the moms had already made plans to go with her daughter and agreed to take my daughter and another friend.
Then there was the costume. Now, mind you, my daughter is paying for everything, so I don't really care if she wanted to buy the costume online. The problem was shipping was $30, which then made the costume over $100. She didn't have that kind of money. So I took her to all the Goodwills and Value Villages and St. Vincent de Pauls we could find to put together a costume for less than $20.
Then she had to order the patch that goes on the jacket and a wig that was made for the character. That was no big deal, but then she was on me to sew the patch on the jacket and sew a ribbon on the tie so she could walk around the house wearing the whole thing. I did the sewing on Sunday; she wore it the rest of the evening.
Then she needs a wig cap because that's the way to wear the wig. She is insistent on having one and read that you can buy a wig cap anywhere. Guess what? You can't buy a wig cap anywhere around here; we ran around for over an hour looking last night. I think there is one shop I may be able to buy one and it closed literally a minute before we walked up to it yesterday. I promised her I'd go back today and see if they have one because she is dying to walk around the house in the full regalia.
Then I find out yesterday we MUST go to downtown Seattle and pick up the ticket on Thursday. If we don't do that then they'll have to wait in line forever on Saturday. So Thursday after school I'm going on a little field trip with the mom who is taking them on Saturday and the kids to pick up their tickets so they can just walk in on Saturday.
This just keeps getting better and better (she says with the utmost sarcasm). Like I don't have enough to do with the Youth Living Stations on Friday and Easter for nine on Sunday.
The things we do for our kids.