Wax Museum

Last week was our 6th grade's dreaded, despised, delightful Wax Museum; a scholarly soiree that would run Madame Toussaud right out of Vegas. Students spent a good part of the year researching their character, pouring over books and articles, filling stacks of note cards with details for their final report. Parents, on the other hand, use the time cursing the event all together. The reason this is so, is due to the inescapable fact that creating an effective, appropriate, non-embarrassing, yet cheap, costume for the evening falls on our sagging shoulders.

This year, the Squire chose to study Alexander the Great, born around 350 BC, best known for his many vast conquests and ruthlessness in battle. While I loathe the project, I too have been known for ruthless frugality and conquered many a thriftstore in my time. So, I deftly completed my part of the assignment and presented the costume for final approval: Princess Leah's dress, Cleopatra's wristlets, gold sash from my senior formal, headband of hot glued silk leaves, spray painted gold, and plastic armor.

Him: Uh, Mom? It's not cool to wear a dress to school.
Me: Hey, no biggie! Problem solved.


Just between you and me, it's probably even less cool to wear white knit maternity pants under your dress to school. But that'll be our little secret, mmkay?

One final question: How on earth do we get a character like the student sitting next to him?! Now that's some costume.