There are few things that drive me more up the wall than 'dressing up days' at school. This is mainly because I am told about them with little more than 24 hours notice (or so it seems). Even with notice, it creeps up on me unawares and becomes a last-minute panic. It is also because I am pretty hopeless and utterly unskilled in creating outfits.
This year, along with many schools across the land I have no doubt, I had to dress my daughter as a Dickens' character. She has never heard of Dickens, never read one of his stories nor any idea about who would be in them. In all honesty, I haven't read a full novel of his either. How many female Dickens characters are there? And how many of them are interesting, rather than just Victorian ladies.
We settled for her being a ragamuffin urchin with a flat cap on and torn T-shirt + leggings.
In contrast, my son's class have been reading Gangsta Grannie and so had to go as Gangsta Grannies or Grandpas. Not having read the book myself I had to rely on him to know what to do. He decided to go as a thief, dressed all in black, with a mask over his face.
"And green coming out of my bottom," he said.
This is a statement to make most mothers stop in their tracks.
"She eats cabbage," he explained, "and farts cabbage."
"Oh," I reply. I rack my brain to think of where I might find some green material to sew on, and scratch my head as I wonder how I'm going to do that with no hours left in my day.
Then: my eureka moment.
"Why don't we buy a cabbage and fasten cabbage leaves to your T-shirt?"
And so we did.
And why was this a success? (Other than placating my son, of course!)
He won a Headteacher's Award for his costume!
I like to think that I won it really...

