I’m really a cosplayer at heart. I say at heart because it’s not something I’ve ever devoted a lot of time to, though I do routinely plan out costumes I’d make if I ever had the time (Princess Peach, Jennifer Parker, Petra Venj… the list goes on). There’s something about dressing up and going out dressed to the nines that I love. Something. I don’t know. Something amazing, I guess.
For those of you who don’t know Peppa pig, let me introduce you. She’s a cute and wiggly little toddler pig with a British accent and a funny giggle who runs around having adventures with her piggy family. She looks something like this:
My cute, wiggly little toddler girl is on a Peppa kick, and Grandmaman surprised her with the Hug ‘n Oink Peppa Pig for Christmas. My daughter is quite enthralled with her new Peppa, so on boxing day, we set off on a Peppa sewing adventure.
It all started with a pair of socks.
It was one of those rare occasions when I managed to bring my husband to the mall. This means a mandatory (though painless) stroll through the collectibles merchandise store.
I must admit I’ve always had a thing for Childcraft. When I was growing up in the oh-so-long-ago 1980s, there was a series of books a lot like dictionaries. But thinner. And illustrated. And actually interesting. The set covered a bit of everything, from science to poetry, in a well-illustrated way perfect for young, inquisitive minds.
For those of you who didn’t know little me, let me fill you in on a little secret: I loved playing Barbies when I was younger.
There was just something about Barbie’s fly school dances (featuring New Kids On The Block, the only pop band we knew of), digging through her travel case for just the right outfit, and hanging out on the astroturf by her hot tub that I couldn’t get enough of.
My dad, knowing this, made me a Barbie house. A homemade, ‘let me check how much scrap lumber I have’ kind of a Barbie house.
It was fabulous from the get-go. Dad and I tracked down scraps of wallpaper to dress up the living room walls, dug up some extra shelf liner for the kitchen flooring, and stapled carefully cut carpet scraps for that plush, wall-to-wall look.
After 6 years of nearly constant use, I hit teenagerdom. My friends and I discovered makeup (just barely there, right dad?) and boys (who knew they weren’t completely gross?!) and life changed forever.