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October 17, 2007
I love costumes. Always have and always will.
As a child I remember being somewhat envious of other kids wearing their store-bought fancy costumes and masks, but only until I realized my Halloween costumes were always original. The earliest photograph of one of my Halloween costumes is of me; crouched, perching on an old tree stump in the front yard, as a blueberry elf. Greenish-blue tights, and a sweatshirt with wire-strung cardboard and fabric wings, and green tipped fabric ears, along with a matching acorn-shaped cap made my imagination fly and play like the magical fairies of the forest. I was 5 years old.
I have since learned it must be genetic... My grandmother and great aunt also loved to dress up and allow their imaginations to soar.
Great-Aunt Cleone left me a scrapbook and I can easily imagine being part of her group of friends at a costume party in 1916. I am not sure who "Lu" is, though.
Remember your most outrageous costume? I have trouble deciding. Was it the year I convinced an 11 year-old friend to be the tail-portion of a two-person polka-dotted horse costume? (Designed and build by my parents).
In high school I was in theater... No further explanations are necessary.
Dating required the young man to plan on wearing a partner costume when going on a date in October.
Or perhaps in my early 20's when I decided to throw a costume party... Behind a ski boat.... Imagine what skiing on the muddy Mississippi does to a white prom dress, or an old tux, or a non-washable, fuzzy, leopard-print "Jane" (without Tarzan) outfit.
Then I got into Civil War Reenacting.
Once again, no further explanations.
Or was it the year a girlfriend and I decided it would be fun to dress as two bunch of grapes; I wore purple, she wore green with plastic vines and leaves in our hair, pinning corresponding colored medium-sized balloons all over each other... And then could not fit into the car...
Around that same time I was teaching water exercise at various pools in the community. Let's have another water-based costume party! I was happy to provide water-proof costumes to those who tried to forget to bring their own. After all, fancy HATS, wigs and jewelry are all you really need when you are chest-deep in a swimming pool.
I knew John was the one for me: We met in high school theater. He loved the rock group KISS. He was a Civil War reenactor first. He understands that we have more containers in the attic filled with costumes than Christmas decorations.
When I started this blog in May 2007, it was for the sole purpose of staying in touch with friends and family while we traveled to Europe for three months. I am still staying in touch. "Traveller's Joy" clematis vitalba: Wildflower found throughout southwest Europe/Africa. Used for medicinal purposes and found "climbing and covering" the roadsides of Europe.
We spend January 1 walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives... not looking for flaws, but for potential. ~Ellen Goodman