Halloween is upon us. You can’t go into a store without coming face to face with some kind of freaky mask or special candy wrapped just for the occasion. For me, it brings back memories of trick-or-treating as a child. I’ll never forget the year my mom dressed me up as a cowboy. She somehow managed to get coffee grounds to stick to my face for a rough beard look. It was itchy! And most likely just a little funny looking with my head full of blonde curls. I was probably around 5 and don’t remember many other details about the costume. I do remember the candy….Yum!
Now that I’m a little bit older, I’ve noticed how many of us tap into our alter ego when it comes to dressing up. It seems like most costumes for women involve plunging necklines, very short dresses, thigh-high boots, princesses, witches, see through everything …. And what about all the huge wigs? Hair down to there is apparently something women secretly desire. It’s that one time of year when you can get away with being that person your inner self longs to be or at least wants try on for an evening. Either way, it makes for some crazy times.
Last year some of my friends and I decided to dress up as Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” from the popular song and video. Except we didn’t go as the original version, we dressed up like the spoof from Saturday Night Live that Justin Timberlake did with Beyonce. Yes, we did have a man in our group that had the guts to join us wearing black leotards and black pumps. We strutted into the party to the tune of “All the Single Ladies”. It was fun to see the reactions. I’m not sure if any of us were really identifying with the lyrics that much…..after all, I was the only, and very recently, single lady in the group and had NO desire for anybody to “put a ring on it”. But our token guy did win the best costume contest! Pictures are available for a considerable price. Now our dilemma is how to top it this year? We’re open for suggestions.
So now that I’ve written this, I’m wondering if all those years ago when my mom dressed me up as a cowboy, was it because she wished I was a boy? Or was it because I was a bit of a tomboy and wanted to dress up that way? I’ll have to ask.