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.