I am about to get on a plan and head to Denver for the weekend to photograph a wedding and see some of my favorite people. As I was leaving DC this morning, I was more than a little sad that I am missing such an awesome fall weekend in the city. The trees are showing off like nothing else and there are a whole bunch of Halloween parties among our friends this weekend. James is not typically someone who voluntarily dons a costume, but he told me that he’s planning on hanging a bike wheel around his neck and going with some married friends of ours as a third wheel. And that’s why I love him.
Anyways, in true Throw Back Thursday style (something I have only participated in once because it is wayyyyy too much work to get old pictures onto my phone), I have been reflecting on some of the costumes I have loved.
I love costumes with a passion that some people reserve for sports teams or Olympic events. I LOVE THEM. When I scan through pictures of my childhood, I can’t help but notice that I spent more time in costume than out of it. Let’s be real — I was still trying to find ways to make everyone dress up all through high school, and when I was flipping through some old college Facebook albums the other day, I noticed that this was a collegiate trend as well. What can I say? I love costumes.
And I’m not alone in this. My parents’ house has an adult sized costume closet and trunks and many a dignified friend has come over thinking they were too cool for that and left after spending an afternoon in a hoop skirt.
I grew up in a small town with 5000 people and probably 30 churches. You would think this meant Halloween wasn’t a big deal, but you would be wrong. It just meant that you took whatever you wanted to be and made it Bible based. Want to be an animal? Get on the arc. A caveman? Adam or Eve. A soldier? One of the Philistines. I was Queen Esther for many a year, which really just meant I was a princess. Oh, and we didn’t buy actual costumes, so I kind of just looked like a homeless person in a prom dress. I can make a ball gown out of a sheet and some safety pins like no one else.
In college one time, NOT for Halloween, some friends and I painted our legs green to go to a masquerade party. Every other girl was there in a cute dress and mask, but we were the Ninja Turtles. The fact that our legs were all still green for a dance the next day just didn’t even matter.
And apparently one time I was a Hersey Kiss… for no reason, other than a moment of inspiration at Walmart. Are you dressing up yourself or any little ones this weekend? What are some of your best costumes?