It’s almost Halloween people! It’s time to get thinking about your costume. Most people start thinking about sort of clever, funny costume or something really gory or scary. I have no capacity for these things. I am completely incapable of thinking of funny or scary costumes… except around the first or second week of November. But I never write these things down.
I have only ever dressed up for Halloween as someone I would really like to be when I grow up. The two exceptions to this are the year I dressed up as a Kit-Kat bar and once I was a strawberry daiquiri. (As you would expect, it’s incredibly lame to dress up as a daiquiri.) The first costume I remember was when I was three. I dressed up as a witch. I wasn’t scary though. I was magnificent and magical. My tall black hat was covered in gold stars and moons. I’ve also been a Dancing Boot (our high school’s dance team- my sister was a Dancing Boot in high school aka I wanted to be my sister), Laura Ingalls Wilder, Belle from Beauty and the Beast (Rags to riches princess who loves to read? Yes, please.), a Greek goddess (Athena), a Victoria’s Secret model (poor choice, I know), a Pan Am stewardess, and Rosie the Riveter. These are just the ones I can remember.
Each of these costumes was something I, at one point ,really wanted to be. Laura Ingalls? Of course I wanted to be a strong pioneer woman! Athena? Goddess of wisdom, hello! Victoria’s Secret model? I was in high school and just wanted to be and feel sexy. Neither of these things is accomplished by wearing slutty underwear around town. Pan Am stewardess? This is what I think I would have done if I had lived in the late 50s, early 60s. I would have felt unable to follow a traditional family oriented plan of action but wouldn’t have been rebellious enough to just throw caution to the wind and become a beatnik poet/hippie.
This year, I’m at it again. In the spirit of one of my favorite films I’m going to find a way to be Rockford Peach. Watch out y’all!
So what do you want to be when you grow up?