Before I was Six I was three in 1960, when I played dress-up with my sister and second cousins. I am the one looking towards the camera, with the least enthusiasm. Was I bored, or overwhelmed by all the possibilities? Who knows, but I'm sure by age 6, I was eagerly participating in the joys of wearing my grandmother's old furs and hats. Dressing Up as a Flapper I was recently inspired by a shopping trip, when hunting for a Mother-of-the-Groom dress. I had no luck, but I left with a shopping bag. I drove home with two dresses, one lacy and the other sparkly. I did not intend to keep them. For months I've been amused watching my hair grow out from chemo treatments. The finger waves appeared overnight and I swore I would at some point make use of that flapper style. But the waves have been turning to curls lately, so I knew time was running out. I showed the dresses to my always-a-good-sport-hubby, Don. He grabbed the camera as I grabbed some props. The candy cig fit nicely into my 3-dollar cigarette holder from Ebay. I pulled the rose from a vase and we headed to the guest room, which holds vintage furniture. After some posing and clowning, I put the dresses back in the bag... along with the receipt. I returned them to the store in the evening.
Is that bad? Well, it worked for me. My 6-year-old celebration budget is limited.
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kristi
8/21/2017 07:14:27 am
Okay, I love the white dress on you. You should have kept it, because you look amazing.
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1/26/2020 10:29:59 pm
Dress up is actually a pretty weird thing to play. I mean, just think that about all of the children who play this game. I used to hate it when my parents dressed me up in all sorts of ways. Of course, it is hard to tell them that I hate it, but then again, it is hard to keep on doing it. I want to let the parents that I work with know about this part of me and my history.
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