Anyway, Halloween is one of the first holidays of this season and everyone is talking about costumes, etc and I can't help but get excited. At my job, my department is having an after-hours Halloween party where all attendants must wear a Halloween costume. I have contemplated not going but I love parties and other social events so that's not an option. I've also thought about being oppositional and just not wearing a costume (you know, show up as myself). Then, I thought about what a great opportunity it would be for me to get dressed up "for real this time."
I say for real this time because I have a story to share. Of course, it's embarrassing. I seem to have a habit of sharing my embarrassing stories and confessions with you. I guess I like torture. So here it goes.
Each year there was a Halloween dance for 8th graders when I was in middle school. That is if you had a costume. So if you were wearing a costume you could skip classes all day (legally), go around to other classes to talk about your costume, and then go to the dance later. All this was during school hours. Of course I did not want to miss out. There was one problem--my family! We had never dressed up before and since they thought Halloween was "an evil" holiday it made no sense to even ask about getting a costume for school.
So this is what I did. I went to school on the day of the dance dressed in regular clothing but brought "my costume" in my book bag. When I say costume, I mean a dress that I wore to a family friend's wedding 2 years before. LOL. I actually can't stop laughing as I'm writing this.
When I got to school I changed into the dress. It was a peach above-the-knee length dress with lots of frills. I also put on my white shoes and white stockings. I know, I can't even remember what I was thinking. As crazy as this sounds, it got me into all the festivities which was exactly what I wanted. I can't remember if I was embarrassed or not. I do remember feeling a bit weird when we went around to the other classes and I had to tell what my costume was.
The only thing I could think of was Cinderella (although I totally was not dressed like her--pre or post fairy godmother). Now that I think about it, I should have said Tinkerbell especially given the length of my dress. Anyway, I was the black Cinderella in a short dress for that day. And the dance was a lot of fun--I don't regret it one bit!
I was reminded of this story as I contemplate whether to wear a costume or not. I will let you know what I decide about that party and my real costume. I'm sort of cheap (when it comes to certain things--especially one-use stuff) so I'm sure I won't buy anything. Those sewing skills could really come in handy right now. Too bad I don't have any yet :)