Dressing up has always been something I’ve enjoyed. My grandfather used to take cine film of us as kids, and in one scene you can see me as a three-year old in my sticky-out dress, clopping about in my mother’s high heels. I called them her ‘shopping shoes’ because she always wore them, a nice coat, hat, and gloves when we went into town. Such was the way of things in those ancient times.
I had a string of fake pearls around my neck too and I obviously thought I was ‘with it’. The fact that I could barely walk in my mum’s shoes was beside the point. In fact, I couldn’t walk at all. But it was the start of things to come, no doubt.
I remember when I was six (and forgetting everything about tonsils), I was a bridesmaid in my uncle and auntie’s wedding. Mum made me a long, pale blue dress which I wore with matching pale, blue shoes. Oh I loved those shoes, my ‘party’ shoes as I liked to call them, because they were sparkly.
After the wedding my mother, ever the skilled seamstress and very resourceful (it was the mid 60s and the waste-not-want-not culture left over from the war was still very much in play), turned my long dress into a shorter party dress.
Wearing it with great pride to my cousin’s birthday party, with my party shoes of course, I discovered how much I enjoyed dressing up for special occasions, and still do. Shame that I was always the kid with chocolate around my face (still am, ha!).
I’ve shared stories here about the fun I had with my children when living in California and all the Halloween outfits we conjured up from next to nothing.
When we returned to the UK, I was delighted that I finally got a chance to dress up in costumes (or fancy dress, as we call it), for my first ever Murder Mystery Party held at my brother’s house. We’ve done a few over the years and my characters have been everything from a conniving Italian ex-model down on her luck, a cowgirl, rock-chick and a swinging 60’s ‘yeah baby’ chick.
Any excuse to come up with some wild and wacky disguises.
So you can see my dilemma for Lisa’s Bite Size Memoir Number 8 this week, the theme of which (in case you didn’t know it already by the huge hints above) is ‘Dressing Up’. I could really go to town with this one!
Thanks Lisa for a fabulous prompt! Just what we all need, some light-heated fun to lift the spirits a little. I’m beaming from ear to ear just thinking about all the laughter and silliness. Life has to be full of these kind of moments doesn’t it? Goodness knows, it can be heavy enough in the every day.
I hope this brings a few smiles, here is my entry, 150 words, no more no less:
A Strange Town
A couple of years ago, hubby and I were invited to a costume party so I turned to the family expert for suggestions: My Aspie daughter.
Her forte is dressing up. As a female Aspie, role-playing and disguise comes naturally as it helps her seek out her identity, her ‘fit’ in the world. As such, she has an array of outfits. And wigs.
I settled on a long, flaming-red wig coupled with an old, black dress slashed at the hem and my sparkly wedding tiara. Hubby wore an Arabian Thawb, something he had brought back from a business trip to Saudi Arabia.
On the way to the party, we realised we had forgotten to bring some wine, so we stopped off at our local supermarket. It wasn’t until we got back into the car that we remembered how we were dressed.
The strange thing was, nobody had batted an eyelid.