You see where this is going, right? Yep: Homecoming Mums.
(Look, I can't explain the whys of all this. But the fact is, if you're going to the homecoming game, and you have a date, your date pretty much is going to give you a mum - or garter, if you're a guy - and these things are huge. Both literally and as a tradition.)
My high schooler hasn't done this whole mum thing before, so we were a little at sea. We checked around, and here's the math: pre-made mums are pricy, and not really personalized; home-made mums ain't the cheapest, but you can choose your own trinkets. Of course, they also take hours of planning, shopping, and crafting, and leave the mum-maker with a sore back and raw fingers, but that's balanced out by the joy of successful craftiness and the sincere-ish compliments from the teenager.
|So I did my research, printed out my lists, |
bought a ridiculous amount of stuff.
|I started with one of those heart-shaped cardboards|
and stapled a bunch of folded-over ribbon loops
around the edge (turning it more into a triangle)
and then I used thinner ribbon in loops to make
the pointed bits in front.
|You can maybe see all the places|
I had to remove staples while I
figured out how to do this.
|Next I hot-glued the heck out of the|
three fake mums (FYI, the recipient
is a senior, which apparently means
her mum should be all white.)
|I added embellishments to |
the mums. Normally it's a
bear on there, but my son
requested a squirrel.
Know what is impossible
to find? A stuffed squirrel.
This one's resin.
|I stapled 20 of the wider white|
ribbons to a second heart-shaped
cardboard base, fanning them out.
|Her band uniform is black,|
so I used black binding ribbon
to make a neck loop and an
alternative pin loop, stapling
then gluing them to a third
I glued all 3 backers together.
It hangs together!
|All those special braids and ribbons|
and stuff add volume so it's as fluffy
and full as I can get it.
|Volume! You can see more of the|
trinkets, the curling ribbon,
the beads, etc. (Not pictured:
my bloody fingertips.)
|My sister said: "I hope she's tall!"|
(I'm 5'3" - I think she's shorter. But she's smart,
she knows how to use scissors probably
even better than I do.)