Harumika

My son was pee-green when the box came, and didn't even lose interest when we slipped off the wrapping to reveal a headless dress dummy form and bits and slips of fabric.*


Rosey was too busy oohing and aahing over the silky, colourful squares to even shove his hand away. 'It's mine', she informed him. 'Mama got it for me.' Then she sat down and handed the body over my way, ready to learn how it worked.

I'd been sent a Harumika Starter Kit for her to explore, and she was eager to figure this out. She'd seen the commercials, of course, so using the stylus tool to tuck the edges of the fabrics around the bodice and using the stickers to create many, many different outfits was easy for her to figure out.

Now, Rosey isn't really a fashionable child.  I like to think I dress her well, and every once in awhile she'll ask for something with a flower on it, or lip-gloss, but she's never been one of those kids with a closet-ful of princess dresses and earrings in every colour.

And she still isn't, but this toy remains one of her favourites. She loves mixing the fabrics, creating new outfits, making choices. I can give her this and a few new scraps of fabric and she's off for at least an hour.

And then just yesterday she asked me if her nightgown matched her blanket.

Y'know, the important style questions.

*I did ask him about this later. Turns out he thought it was something Star-Wars related - The Dressing of the Clones, perhaps?? - and wanted to see if the colourful pieces would fit his Star Wars things.

Disclosure: I was sent a Harumika Starter Kit, with the expectation that I would blog about my experiences with it, good or bad. I was not otherwise compensated for this post.