Costumes: The Good, the Bad, and the Strange
Another year, I was a cowgirl, wearing an outfit originally made for my brother or sister. I don't recall all of my costumes, but I do know that the skeleton outfit was a rarity. We made our costumes, year after year. I talked Mom into buying me a princess costume in the store one year. Back then, store-bought costumes were made out of ridiculously flimsy material, and I couldn't wear the masks, anyway, because of my glasses. So, the princess outfit didn't work out too well.
Over the years, I dressed as a gypsy, a man (I cut a few strands of my own hair to make a mustache), a hobo, a musketeer, and a ghost. I don't recall ever dressing like a witch. Not sure why.
I wore my most original costume the year after the princess debacle. As late as Halloween afternoon, I still didn't know what I wanted to be. I'm not sure how I made the decision, but I found a box that I could wear over my body and some light-blue wrapping paper. I wrapped the box and drew a bowl of Rice Krispees on the box. Then, I wrote "Snap! Crackle! Pop!" all over it. Yes, my friends, I went as a box of cereal that year. I was so proud...until Mom made me wear a hat because it was cold. Back then, I had a tam. Today we call tams berets. So, yes, my Mom perched a beret on my head, and everyone thought I was an artist BECAUSE of that stupid beret. Really? Tell me the first artist that comes to mind when you see a square box that reads "Snap! Crackle! Pop!"
I came home that night aware my neighbors had no imagination.
What's your most memorable costume?
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