Anyway. I've made up a tester cloak from some lightweight woven fabric that The Man's grandma gave me a little while back. I've lined the hood with some dark blue poly-cotton blend of unknown origin to give it a bit of structure. The result is a cloak that girl child has failed to take off in two days. Even after the neighborhood kids made fun of it. (I've taken note of which kids insulted my cloak, said it looked like a kindergartner's tie dye experiment gone wrong they did, and they will bereft of treats in my yard this summer.)
The cloak. The edges are just serged. Since it is a tester I didn't want to get too carried away. Plus more effort I put into something, the less girl cihld seems to like it.
That is not an outdoor toilet in the background. Just in case you were wondering about us in Canada.
It seems cloaks are terribly comfortable, casual summer wear. Behold girl child hiding under the gazebo, reading Bone and eating macaroni and cheese.
Which, having at least one distracted child, also explains how I've had time to even make boy child some super jump pants.
They are actually Thai fisherman style pants with an elasticized waist modification in the purple version of the cloak fabric, but in order to even get them on him I had to tell him that they'd make him jump higher on the trampoline. I am not above such deception. Boy child is not much of a poser so this is the only shot I have of them.
These Thai pants were a bit of an experiment, which I think turned out pretty well, considering I put in an elastic waist instead of the usual ties. Boy child will have nothing to do with ties as of yet, but we do like the relaxed fit and geometric construction. I'm going to make him another pair or two for the summer. Perhaps I'll be able to get a better picture of the next one. But I won't hold my breath.
Instead of more boy child pictures, I do have one that is evidence that he has been about. I walked into the living room to find this little tableau on the couch.
That is a mammoth (fake) on a cat (living) on my book (Victorian tailoring) on a tee shirt (dirty) on a blanket (handmade) on the couch (from the dump). I happen to know that the boy had left the room at least twenty minutes before I wandered in. The cat is a saint.