A few days before we left on vacation, M said she wanted to be a worm for Halloween. I hoped grandma would do the honors (as she did for M's first costume, the sunflower), but she wasn't able. She did manage to buy a few fabrics she thought might work, which she shipped to us, which arrived on Halloween eve. O.k., so the pink fuzzy stuff screamed worm. How could I not do this? So Halloween morning, after dreaming it up during a mostly sleepless night, I sewed this up. My second sewing attempt. M LOVED it. I was going to put a band around the center, the one that worms have, but she was happy with it as it was. And so was I. Thrilled, actually. Even if she did have to tell every single person what she was. (And I was a composting gardener, ever grateful for my earthworm).
And the little guy below was her baby worm.