Inner Peace Through Party Favors

I can’t believe my baby is almost two. It’s crazy that someone not only let me have a baby, but take it home and make decisions about it. I often have thoughts like, I wonder if my son will feel bad that all his friends have grownups for moms, and he doesn’t. you’d think something as earth shattering as having a child would disabuse you of the notion that you are a fraud of an adult, but mostly it just reinforces those fears.

But that’s not what I want to talk about, I’m not even sure why I brought up the raging sea of doubt beside which I have built a summer home, when I want to talk about PARTIES! After all who but a grown up could throw the perfect party? A real, solid grown up, with nothing to hide and no reason to be ashamed.

I do like throwing parties. It’s fun. It’s the culmination of many things I’m good at, and I like doing things I’m good at. It makes me feel competent. I once considered becoming a professional children’s party planner, but a wedding planner talked me out of it.

So I’m stuck with a few good parties a year to throw and get it right. This usually results in me overcommitting myself with projects and freaking out a few times. It’s not fun, but it’s part of my process. A phrase commonly heard in my house is “I don’t want this to be the wedding invitations again.” Said by my husband after I insisted we DIY the most beautiful wedding invitations anyone has ever seen for roughly a thousand dollars and what he claims was 200 manhours. It was worth it to me, but keeping with this request every subsequent party has had an emailed invitation.

For his second birthday we’re throwing a Sesame Street party. It’s exciting, because while I went all out last year for his Fraggle Rock party, he had no idea who any of them were and no real interest in anything else that a party could be thrown around. The amount he has developed this past year is astounding. He turning into a little person with his likes and dislikes and he LIKES Sesame Street.


 The first craft I made any headway on were these Oscar the Grouch bath puppets. I had actually intended to make them for his party last year as Doozer puppets, but didn’t get around to it. So with the left over green Ikea towels, I made Oscar. If I didn’t need to use up the green towel I probably would have done Elmo and Cookie Monster. They’re more popular, and I wouldn’t have needed to sew on that eyebrow. But, Oscar’s dirty, so he needs a bath, there’s some internal logic to it.


I started by printing out a hand puppet pattern, and two pictures of oscars face. One of the face pictures I cut out and taped to the head of the puppet, the other I used to cut out the features. I wanted the eyes to be perfectly round so I could put the eyebrow on top and not have to line them up properly. I found a quarter was about the right size, so I used that rather than a paper pattern. I cut the puppet pattern out of the green ikea towel doubled over, so the two sides would fit each other perfectly, and I cut the features out of some dollar tree wash cloths I picked up for the project. I hand sewed the face on with embroidery thread and embroidered on the pupils of the eyes. You could probably use a machine for this, but I’m still a little afraid of my sewing machine, and hand sewing let me do it while watching tv.


 After the face was sewn on I pinned both sides together inside out and sewed around the edge before flipping the puppet back rightside out.


Half way there.


In the future I think I’m going to make the “arms” a little wider and a little squarer. They get pretty thin and stumpy because of the amount of space taken up by the seam allowance. Over all I’m pretty happy with how they turned out. My son is excited for them, I think he’s going to love his party, even if it’s a little bit about me.


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