When I think about my memories as a child I think about those that included dressing up in a costume and dragging my mom out to the riches neighborhoods to collect all that candy! Those rich women would put bowls of candy out on their porches large enough for me to crawl inside and they were always filled with the best candy in the world!
I can remember it was serious business to dress up. Picking the perfect costume was one of the most important things I could do as a kid. This costume would need to be one to withstand the elements of a tomboy! Now that I think about it, it’s rather odd how I always chose a girly costume. I must have had a deep desire to be prissy and was just too busy being a tomboy to recognize it.
I can remember the ritual very well. My mom would take me to Woolworth’s to find the perfect costume. She would always try to persuade me to choose one that was what I would now describe as generic but, I wasn’t having any of that. I wasn’t stupid and I certainly didn’t just fall off the back of a truck! I had to have, or die, Snow White or Cinderella! “Generic, are you kidding me?” Didn’t my mom realize I needed one of these to fulfill my hidden inner prissy? LOL… This costume was going to get me through all those days of endless pretending to be a princess or damsel in distress. How the heck would my Prince Charming be able to find me and coming riding in on that white horse to save me? “I mean, c’mon mom! A girl has to have priorities!”
LOL, it is funny how this tomboy never got tired of those costumes. I still have those slippers glass slippers; ok they’re plastic and they’ve got a yellow hue to them now, and they are covered in scratches. But, it must say something about the value of a tomboy’s costume if she’s 45 and still has them. They must be priceless.
Do you have a priceless costume from your childhood? What’s the story behind it?