DIY Chewbacca Costume


I think most parents have a moment when they find themselves doing something "for their kid", when they stop and have to admit that it is really for themselves. I think Marc and I both had that thought when making this Chewbacca costume for Franca.

It's not that we press Star Wars on her. She loves it. She has an unhealthy attachment to Chewbacca. (...and Jack White and step stools. Weird kid, but she knows what she likes.)

It might have been when Marc went wig shopping for the third time (because the wigs I bought just weren't right) that I realized maybe this costume was a little bit for us.

But then Halloween night rolled around and this face happened ----->

Pure Bliss.

That smile RAN from house to house. She told every person who called her a lion, Bigfoot or bear that she was in fact Chewbacca. (Duh.) She grinned ear to ear. She said trick or treat. She said thank you. She crawled around bushes and jumped off walls. (Um, do Wookies do that or something??)

 Funniest part is she doesn't even know that there is chocolate in those little packages. Gummies she understands, but somehow she has lived her 973 days (yes, I keep track) without ever seeing a candy bar being opened. For her it was about dressing up, seeing other kids in costume, and sprinting around the neighborhood.

It got dark and the sidewalks packed with older kids, so we came home. 
We counted her treats, made some popcorn, and watched Star Wars. 
Beyond perfect night.


I guess maybe if there is anything to be learned, it is: Parents, go ahead and go all out. Get crazy, put in too much effort, be passionate, show your kids how totally into something you are, because hey, they might just show you how into it they are right back. And man, that felt awesome.

Note a:  Marc was totally right about the wigs too. The ones he found were perfect. Who knew he could tease hair so well??

Note b:  Maybe I'll get around to a tutorial on how we made this?

Note c:  Did you see Tate's peacock costume? Ridiculously cute.

Got "IT" Back



In the last 3 years, I have turned into a wuss. 
A nagging, stressing, dependent wuss.

I don't know if it is from becoming a mom (and pregnant again)? Or because our house is now in the "put carefully back together" stage instead of the "tear this old crap out" stage it was 3 years ago when I felt plumb FULL of "IT". (I'm MUCH better at tearing stuff out than putting things nicely back.)

Either reason, for the last 2 years I've felt paralyzed. I second guess every renovation task I start, I put things off onto Marc to do because I "don't know how to do them right", I'm scared of power tools. WHO IS THIS PERSON??

I started noticing it when reading DIY Diva's blog. She is nothing short of amazing. Strong, determined and independent. Just like I always thought I was, except now suddenly I'm NOT.

This paralysis really came to a head last week when I found myself standing helplessly by while Chris & Meryl worked their asses off on my back porch. By the next day I had made up my mind: Enough is enough. I want my mojo back.

That night (28 weeks pregnant), I fired up the table saw. Then the miter saw. Then the circular saw.

And it felt great.

Then I started installing trim. Really hard to make work trim. I did it neatly and carefully. I recut a piece when it wasn't working. I cut notches with a handsaw.

I literally measured, cut, and hammered my way back to having mojo. By MYSELF.

Sure, I asked Marc for advice and a reminder on safe table saw practices. But I also kicked him out of the basement twice and off the back porch three times.

I needed this project to be mine.

Now, 4 days (and no showers) later, the back porch is done and I feel terrific. I'm no DIY Diva, but I'm no slouch either.

I just got done reworking and organizing our Pre-Sale To Do List. This month is back porch & yard. Next month we hit the bathroom HARD. (Um, that sounds weird.) December is Kitchen/Dining room, January is survive new baby, February is Front Porch (& lots of hiring out), etc.

I told Marc that he is going to have to hand over some of his carpentry projects to me. Me, with this newly rediscovered renovating confidence. Let's hope this belly doesn't get too big to see reach the miter saw button.

So tell me ladies, do you shy away from the power tools? Do you find yourself not doing things because you are a woman/mom?