Just turned on the TV
just in time to see the credits for a Muppet Christmas movie.
Took me right back to
when the Girls Brigade troupe my daughters belonged to put on an entirely different
seasonal concert. A Muppet Christmas story. I never got to see the production because
I was backstage turning children into their alter ego Muppet characters.
Judging
by the amount of applause the kids got the audience loved it; it was fun to listen
to though. There were even the two old men hecklers.
Making the costume was
fun too. My girls played the parts of Beaker and Bunsen Honeydew. For Beaker’s face I wrapped a long piece of cardboard
around my daughter’s head, to get the size. Painted pink with a bulbous nose, startled eyes, a downturned mouth, topped with bright orange hair and tah-dah…
Bunsen took a bit longer
to make. I papier-mâchéd an inflated
balloon, then painted on his features, added glasses, dressed the daughter in
my lab coat and presto chango there was the mad scientist.
A bit of a change from
the Christmas concerts of my childhood. I remember one from primacy school. Us
little kids were all angels. Mum made my full length wide slaved costume from
an old sheet. Dad took up the challenge of my wings, somehow fabricating the
silver creations so that they would stand out by themselves. Was there a halo?
I think so, metal wire wrapped in Christmas tree tinsel.
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