At the Kjos-Njos Halloween Bash last night, V and I had our portrait taken by Robby, who's, like, a real photographer. (Uncle Shaun has a bad cold, and doesn't feel like dressing up when he's sick, so he stayed home).
As a Viking, I always hoped my daughter would grow up to also be a Viking. Since she aspires to be a popstar, I scowl even more than usual.
I made both of these costumes, completely, with the exception of V's microphone and my helmet, both of which we borrowed from my sister's family. I tell you this not to impress you, but to explain any sloppiness.
(And I know that historically, Vikings didn't really wear horned helmets. But it's the easiest way to identify oneself as a Viking today, so I went with it.)
I'll do a more detailed post on V's costume after tomorrow, when she presents the second version of her pop star self. Stay tuned!
2 comments:
Dearest Mama Viking....I love the outfit; I want one for the airport run in March. BUT moreso I LOVE the expression on Mama Viking....Gma S
By the way....what does your Swedish (and half Dutch) mama think of your horns??? Gma S
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