I purchased white sweat pants and a white turtleneck, and painstakingly painted black stripes all around it. I first studied images of zebras to accurately reproduce the markings so that he didn't look like a jailbird. I also painted a face mask, and I hot glued ears and yarn for the mane and tail. Then it was just a matter of black socks over the sneakers and little black gloves -- voila! A zebra! That was the only school Halloween party when I felt proud of my craftsy-ness.
It has been all downhill from there in the costume department, but I am glad I could enjoy at least one year when I was a good Halloween mom. This year Chandler is handing out candy with his "friend" Gianna while watching horror movies. The innocent zebra days are gone.
|my little zebra|