Why do my children come to tell me at 8pm, when they are going to bed that tomorrow is a "dress up as the career you want when you grow up" day? I think this is the 3rd time this has happened. Zero warning. Now, while they flit off to bed and slip into a peaceful slumber...I have to think of how to dress them as an artist and a librarian. The librarian should be pretty simple. I'll wrestle her wolf mane of hair into a bun, put a cardigan on her, and put an old pair of my glasses on a beaded chain...maybe some blue eyeshadow if I can find any around the house. I can't think of any way to incorporate books into the ensemble, but maybe it will hit me while I'm sleeping. The artist is going to be a little harder. I think I've got an old small apron around here somewhere that I can splatter with paint. I think the paint splattered apron and maybe hair done up with 2 paintbrushes stuck through like chopsticks would add something.
If you are reading this in the next couple of hours feel free to toss out any brilliant ideas. Off to dig up and apron and bead a chain. Motherhood...it's a glamorous business.