Eye Of The Beholder
I love Halloween.
I loved it when I was a kid, as it was the only time except for Christmas and Easter when I got to dress up. And I loved dressing up.
I didn’t outgrow it. I especially loved Halloween as a ‘youngish’ single. I am naturally pretty shy. But on Halloween, I didn’t have to be shy. I could be wild – because I was someone else.
But everyone has her own definition of ‘wild’.
One Halloween I went to the bar at the local Marriott Hotel (which was THE hot spot at the time). I was dressed as a roaring twenties’ flapper. I had made my costume out of a very skimpy black slip, and a whole lot of fringe. Not much else.
I was risqué. Or so I thought.
I stopped in the ladies’ room to check my makeup before my grand entrance. An old lady was there. (I say ‘old’, but I wonder if she was perhaps the age I am now.) She regarded my get-up, smiled, and said, “Are you going to a wedding?”
I thought she was insane. But now – unfortunately – I’m so there. With the way kids dress today, I’d have a hard time telling a costume from a wedding outfit too.
Maybe the old lady was right. Maybe I looked marvelous.
Maybe I should be more daring. Years ago, my Great-Aunt Loretta wore a feather boa to a wedding.
Maybe I should wear a fringed slip to a wedding. My nephew is getting married next week. I could wear a fringed slip to his wedding.
But all I have left of that fabulous costume is a fringed purse.
My nephew will be relieved.
Note: This piece was created for the website Vision and Verb (http://www.visionandverb.com), a network of women from around the world who contribute their images and ideas.