Costumes.... A Uniform For The Moment

I rather like Costume Rooms.

Mine is modest.  But if you were to ask me if I have something for a pimp, a pirate, a fairy, a steampunk, an ostrich, several version of fairies or anything with glitter, I would simply roll my eyes and say...... "Of course.......DUH!"


Anyway...... I went on another costume hunt with D-Gang today and we ended up in the Costume Room at Plywood Whisperer's school.  And let me tell you that this space is LOVELY!  Soooooo well-organized and well.......Organized.

We pulled a few pieces and D-Gang kept muttering "That is my coffee pot."  "That was from a show I did at such-and-such school."  She was rather nostalgic.

I was enjoying the space and trying not to get distracted.

Suddenly she said "Did you look at that white dress?"

Uh - no.  I didn't.  It wasn't on my radar.  We don't need a white dress.

"That was my prom dress in High School", she offered.


OH, REALLY????????

So I checked it out.  It was hideous.  And yet hauntingly familiar.

I held the dress in my hand and she said "I had to have a high neck."

I said "Was this a Gunny Sax dress from the 80"s?"    D-Gang wasn't sure......

 

Baa Haa Haa.  It occurred to me that I had the same dress.  And I used a seam ripper to take the high neck off.

My Mother does not seem amused.

My Favorite Sister is *still* looking for Santa Claus.

I like costumes.  They smell good.  They contain a history.  They get re-purposed.  They inspire.