Spitting Yarn

Poor, poor Spike.

I can see it now. “Mummy! Ppplllllleeeease, please can you buy me this Buzz Lightyear costume to wear to Trixiebell’s party?”. “Don’t worry, my darling boy, Mummy will…MAKE YOU ONE!”. And poor old Spike will end up at Trixiebell’s party looking like a cross between Marvin the Paranoid Android and a cardboard box. I will of course have made him a name badge to limit the possibility of confusion about his identity, but to my craft-blinded eyes he will look just the spit of Buzz.

It began here. I noticed that Spike liked driving his small toy cars through tunnel-like apertures, so I MADE HIM ONE! While he slept one nap-time, I selected a cardboard box from our collection of boxes (we are demented horders), splurged out some red poster paint and wielded a Sharpie and some green stickers. This is the end result.

It is so lame. But he loves it – so, score! He will sit it on it tomorrow, of course, but at least then I won’t have to hide it when his friends come to play.

I think this stay-at-home mum needs to get out more…