Confession

I'm not very crafty. I envy people who whip up (seemingly effortlessly!) gorgeous creations from lengths of tissue paper, scissors and paper clips. Me? Every time I embark on a new craft project I end up glueing my damn fingers together. No, I'm not kidding. It's all right, laugh. It is pretty funny, in a pathetic way.

Recently my niece asked me to make her a Halloween costume. Should be easy, right? A princess. How hard could that be?

Why did I let her dazzling smile and sparkling blue eyes draw me in? She wrapped me around her fat litte Play-Doh smeared finger. She may be the weirdest little princess on the block by the time I'm done with this project. I'm going to give it my best shot but honestly, I can't see me making this costume look the way she envisions. Flowing lavendar skirt, sparkly crown and wings. Wings? What princess has wings? When I asked, she smiled and said, "Tinkerbell."

Tinkerbell? A princess? News to me, but hey, it's her dream, not mine. If the little dolly says Tinkerbell is a princess, who am I to argue?

Off to the fabric store today. First, I need coffee. Lots and lots of the stuff...