Playing Dress Up

It was one of those weekends.

I changed into my pajamas Friday night and didn’t change out of them until Monday morning.

That’s just how I roll sometimes.

Truth is, I didn’t feel great after eating sushi.

My son always tells me, “Never eat leftover sushi. Or shrimp.”

And did I listen:

NO.

I did get some work done.

I managed to organize almost all of my costumes.

And do you know, it turns out I have ten 64 quart totes now filled with those costumes!

You want Star Wars?

I can be Chewbacca or Princess Leia.

Onesies?

I’ve got The Grinch, a brown bear, a rainbow unicorn, and The Lorax. . . and that’s only the ones in bins 1 – 5 . . .

Truth is, I’d forgotten about a lot of these costumes – ones which I have gathered over the years of burns and local burner parties.

Yes, I’m THAT friend.

I’m the dress up friend.

I like getting dressed up, especially the less an occasion calls for it.

Going to a dive bar?

Wear mother’s pearls and carry a pocketbook.

Opera?

Spandex and faux fur.

Backyard barbecue?

Rainbow jumpsuit with rainbow hair falls.

Maybe I’m a wee bit cartoon-y, but I just can’t help myself.

I guess I never got through playing dress up.

 

2 thoughts on “Playing Dress Up

    • by the by, I should have a post up Thursday morning Pacific time with a couple of hats…I didn’t tag you in the post, I wasn’t sure you’d like that!

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