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The Halloween Costume - Part 2 - The Panic

Yep - I'm starting to panic.  Just a tad.  I'm not waking up in a cold sweat quite yet but my fear is pretty tangible.

I have boxes.  Lots of boxes.  I have paint - brushes - some weird Styrofoam circle thing - but I am afraid to start putting it all together.

What's it gonna be????  Maybe it will remain in its natural box state
Hayden was ready to go on Saturday! "Hey Mom - let's start my costume!"

I, unfortunately, have a bad case of crafty paralysis.  I can't bring myself to start because I am terrified I will do it wrong - it will look bad - and I will be a failure.

The boxes and paint brushes are mocking me!

Can't handle that pressure right now so I'm going to leave the boxes where they live - in the corner of my kitchen - and pretend that Halloween is not happening.  We'll see where that gets me. :-)

In the meantime, enjoy this picture of Harlyn in her "hiking outfit." It is distraction in its purest, cutest form.

This is not the costume you were hoping to see!
12 days and counting...

Positively,

Kim

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  1. Well? Did you end up buying a SpongeBob Squarepants costume? Or did you get one made? Can't wait to hear...

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