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:
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.
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.
Spandex and faux fur.
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.