Now, if I had been Davy Crockett’s mother, Id’ve told him to go out, trap a raccoon and make his own damn coonskin cap, thank you very much. Davy was a resourceful chap and he had that gun, after all. Not so with my boy so he turned to Dear Mother whose only sewing involves quilts, not wearable fashions of any kind. See my previous post here. But Seth, ever optimistic, informed me Monday afternoon that he’d be dressing the part on Friday. Yes, I said Monday and Friday…two days in the same week. No pressure. Did I mention I have a fulltime job, also?
After several helpful hints from co-workers about my options (disemboweling a toy stuffed raccoon was my personal favorite, but given the plethora of roadkill around here getting hold of the real deal wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility) I headed to my local JoAnn’s for fake fur. This is what I came up with…
Now, before you go calling me the village idiot, I’d like to point out that I am aware raccoons aren’t blond. I offered to tint it up a bit, but he pronounced it ‘perfect’. Besides, I’m talking pre-teen boy here so we’ll just go with the flow, shall we. Despite the fact he’s been sick for two days, his face lit up, he was so excited. Or maybe that’s just ’cause his nose is glowing red from sneezing so much. At any rate, the hat is done. I’ve still got fringe to attach to his shirt. DH snottily informed me that Davy Crockett DID NOT WEAR CHAMBRAY! I retorted that it was laundry day and he’d damn well wear what the Missus gave him and he’d LIKE IT! I found some moccasins (Walmart house slippers…whohoo!) and he’s all set for Friday.
What are you up to this fine Wednesday? Me, I’m linking up to WIP Wednesday at Freshly Pieced.
hunting quilting, y’all!