K found her Mandrake costume in the closet on Sunday. She can still fit in the pot, but, she can't slide down inside and hide anymore. At least not without a bit of a struggle. She's had such fun with this costume. She and her friend V attended a Deathly Hallows release party last year at the library dressed as Mandrakes.
They spent the whole time sneaking in and out of their pot. I guess that means they are ready for dicing and stewing. Which now I think about it, is about the best description of puberty I have ever heard.
Poor little Mandrakes.
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well just be sure to don your earmuffs when you transplat her. i wouldnt want you to go unconcious!
Too late.
Little girls, like mandrakes, squee for all occasions.
Happy = Squee
Frightened = Squee
Surprized = Squee
Too much homework = Squee
Cute Kitty Picture = Squee
Ronald Weasley = SQUEEEEEEE
We watched Order of the Phoenix this weekend. Mr. Man and I are now completely deaf.
Just love your crafty lil' blog! When I found this post I just melted, saying "Awwwww!"
Hope the transplanting process was successful and you didn't need to dice-n-stew after all.
I made a baby mandrake costume for my lil sprout for the HP book 7 release party. Drop me an email and I'd be happy to share a photo. Baby Mandrakes are so darned cute! (if a bit hard on the ears, ha ha!)
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Thank you!
The jury is still out on the dice-n-stew. I once read that if you can live with your child when they are 2 or 3, then you will survive them when they are teenagers. I think I have a pretty good shot at surving K. I'll let you know in about 5 years.
Just checked out your blog and your little ghost is adorable! I would love to see your little mandrake and will definitely drop you a line.
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