I was looking for something fun to do this Saturday night and a friend of mine has invited me to a 1930's themed party. I've been having a blast planning my costume and make-up. Thankfully I already own a black dress that, combined with my ankle-strap red heels, should be perfect. I've been googling 30s makeup tips and hairstyles and I'm thinking about buying my first set of false eyelashes tomorrow.
It reminds me of being a kid and playing dress-up. My mom and her siblings hung out at my grandparent's a lot when I was little, which meant I got to spend lots of time playing with my cousins. I had 2 other girl cousins close to my age and we would go up to my grandmothers attic and play for hours - trying on "costume" after costume.
I played dress-up in highschool too. I raided closets (and the aforementioned attic) and customized (read: bleach tie-dyed) hand-me-downs to create much of my highschool wardrobe. I felt like I could be a different character everyday.
I miss that. I miss the freedom of being able to dress-up or assume a character and not worry about whether or not I could pull it off (I have a tendancy to avoid or half-do things when I give into fear). So, I'm excited for the chance to put off fear and put real enthusiasm into getting ready for this party. Hopefully we'll have some fun pictures to share :}
Hooray for dress-up!
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