There are two people I make costumes for, without fail, every year. My niece (who is now 16) and the Small Daughter. The niece is easy to please, if it's beautiful, she likes it. The Small Daughter, not so much. Man is she picky. Niece decided to be the TARDIS this year, which is awesome. Being the girly-girl cheerleader type that she is, she doesn't want to be a blue box. Oh, no, she wants a TARDIS themed ball gown. Bring it on.
The Small Daughter has also decided. Rapunzel. From Tangled. BORING. I tried to get her to go for Eleanor of Aquitaine.
Okay, how about Elizabeth I.
Hmmm. Anne Boleyn?
No way. Well, drat the child and her dratted opinions.
Maybe something more...princess-y. Because, you know, Eleanor of Aquitain et al aren't princess-y enough. Srsly.
Ok. Lady Amalthea?
No? Really? Are you kidding me? She's skinny, lanky, childish and has long blonde hair! And a purple dress! LOOK! A PURPLE DRESS! No?!?!
She wants Rapunzel. And not some beautiful pre-Raphaelite Rapunzel, either. She wants this.
It's so embarrassing. I mean, where did I go wrong?
Obviously, I'm going to take liberties. If I'm lucky, she won't be able to tell the difference between Rapunzel and Lady Amalthea, right? Ha.