Every now and then I need to play dress up. Not just because it’s fun but because I need to a) clean out my closet, b) figure out if I need anything, and c) figure out ways to rework things I already own into new outfits. Since the beginning of the summer, I’ve gotten rid of four bags of clothes, rediscovered a bent, and realized I need four blouses.
Dressing up really triggers the kind of deep joy, the same kind I had when I dressed up as a child. I think that’s why I’m so good at making costumes for myself and others. I’m able to look at objects and recognize the way the material works and am, thus, able to say, “That’s a skirt,” or “Those can be overalls”. I’m proud to say that I’ve been responsible for at least five other people’s costumes for various occasions. What can I say? It’s a gift.
Dressing up really triggers the kind of deep joy, the same kind I had when I dressed up as a child. I think that’s why I’m so good at making costumes for myself and others. I’m able to look at objects and recognize the way the material works and am, thus, able to say, “That’s a skirt,” or “Those can be overalls”. I’m proud to say that I’ve been responsible for at least five other people’s costumes for various occasions. What can I say? It’s a gift.
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I like playing dress up, too. A few years ago, my mom was going to get rid of all her gowns (even her prom dress!) and my closet inherited them.
And sometimes, I'll put one on and pretend that I live in 1971.
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