Flypaper thoughts tray edition

• Today I officially finished my Hallowe'en sewing
• The baby flamingo costume has arrived in San Francisco for the youngest
• Complete with a crocheted hat with a crooked beak
• Swerved it a bit so it wouldn't fall between her eyes
• Anika is going to be busy enough putting the fluorescent feathers in her mouth

• Finished a Flash costume for the five-year-old boy.
• Oh to be so young and innocent 
• That a sweatsuit pattern made from red ponte scraps with some yellow zig zags straight stitched on can make a person race around at top speed
• "Did you know Babsie that when I run I can feel a cloud of air behind me?"
• That such magic can be created from just this

• Made a black cape with a hood and a mohair skirt from some black wool I once had high ambitions for
• Found black elbow length gloves for a ten-year-old (terrified I was going to have to make those) at Value Village
• And bought black tulle for a veil
• So that pre-teen can feel both terrifying and cool
• Made a filly apron and hat for our baker
• With a giant pocket in the front for loot
• And found 1. a toy tray and a mug that we glued marshmallows on and 2. Japanese sugar marshmallows that look like donuts
• All glue gunned to the tray
• A person hits a strange season of life when they don't miss a former profession and job
• But they are thrilled out of their minds to have found fake donuts 
• Maybe I haven't left something but am returning somewhere
• Am going to make bound buttonholes tomorrow
• A soft boiled wool jacket would be violated by machine buttonholes
• Had to get Hallowe'en done early because I am going to Winnipeg to see my mom next week
• Forgot to ask if the snow was melted
• The one city I never get lost in
• Has the geography of a Monopoly Board
• Do the police on Portage still wear Buffalo coats in the winter?
• They did when we were kids
• What did those coats weigh 100 pounds?

• Yup that's my background
• Created people who are very resourceful
• But without any sense they could actually move somewhere else
• If they had sense
• A place where your lungs can freeze in the winter if you breath too deeply
• Where my sister once froze her cheeks solid while we were playing
• I remember the white circles on her face
• I was supposed to bring her in then but didn't
• A place where people say things like
• Well Joyce lost her legs to cancer but you know she still got her canning done
• Of course she did
• A place where no one was allowed to sleep in
• And you saved it for good
• And the liquor was kept in the linen closet behind the towels 
• In case the grandparents came over
• And we wore our Hallowe'en costumes over our snow suits
• So they had to be made big
• And I once won a city wide competition for a Little Bo Peep costume
• To go with the lamb costume my sister wore
• That my mother made while lying on the couch recovering from a miscarriage
• Which is exactly why I retired to crochet a flamingo hat
• And to glue gun Japanese sweets to a plastic tray
• It makes perfect sense