Back in the day, Ninja Turtles were all the rage. I was as big a fan as anybody. I watched the shows religiously. I had the Nintendo game (use Donatello. His bo has superior reach.) I saw the movie at the theater. Then I got the VHS and wore that bitch out.
Halloween came around and of course I had to be Michelangelo. The costumes in the store were expensive and a fancy rubber turtle mask cost more than all my baseball cards combined. And there was no way I was selling my Upper Deck Ken Griffey Jr. card.
So my mom, seeing my disappointment, decided that she could use her sewing skills to make me a Ninja Turtle costume. We acquired a green sweatsuit and all the supplies necessary to make a shell and a turtle belly. She must’ve spent hours and hours at the sewing machine, getting everything just right. I had to have the orange bands. So she made me orange bands. I had to have nunchucks. That’s where my dad came in. Some rope, hot glue, and dowel rods took care of that. My mother finished the costume and I tried it on. I was happy at first, but then I realized that turtles only had 3 fingers. “Mom, I need to have 3 fingers!” She was exhausted from making this turtle costume and she proceeded to give me a look similar to this.
And then I gave her a rebuttal look similar to this…
And with a grumble in her voice, she headed back to the sewing machine and proceed to figure out how to make 3 fingered turtle gloves.
To this day she gives me a hard time about those gloves. But I will say they were awesome and I loved that costume very much. I wore it all year long.
And that is why my mom, is my favorite mom of all the moms ever.