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Dress-up
My oldest and closest friend asked me recently if I would be up for a costume party. "I'm not talking about one of those things where guys show up in suits and ties and say `I came as myself,' I mean the real deal!"
While I'm all for it, I sympathize with her concerns. It is very hard to get people into the spirit of the masquerade party, and I suspect that Eyes Wide Shut did nothing to help the cause.
On the other hand, it is almost impossible to resist dressing up one's infant for Halloween. One only gets one or two chances to impose oneself on one's kid's costume, so it's unwise to squander that precious first year to exhaustion. Still, I ended up leaving the whole costume decision in my husband's hands. Felix has a little monkey outfit now and it is my job to get him used to the little furry headpiece, and keep the dog from running off with it.
It is possible, though, to get away with a minimum of exertion. One of the few "gag" onesies around here is the white iPod outfit, and if I had been left to my own devices, Felix may have had his fate as a geek sealed at a tender age.
I also noticed on Daddytypes a few days ago, that someone else shared my costume lethargy but had the talent and generosity to not only create an iron-on transfer, easily applied to any white onesie, but shared it with the world. The R2D2 outfit would have been particularly apt, since Felix occasionally chatters in long series of clicking and squeaking noises that sound not entirely unlike the stubby droid.
I will not be dressing up this year. I love costumes, but in my case they always turn out to be the lie that speaks the truth. A picture exists of me as a child dressed up with my oldest, closest friend and a bunch of other children from the apartment building we all lived in. My friend is a ballerina and is perfectly pink, blonde, immaculate and unambiguous. I, on the other hand, have tangled hair, a black leotard and a construction paper mask on. I was supposed to be Catwoman, I believe, but while I seem to have assumed the belligerent attitude, I think that was the year I got asked if I was a mouse without a tail.
How long do I have before Felix will start getting his own ideas about dressing up? Do you think I have one more year to bend him to my will?
Next year, I have high hopes. With Felix as a scarecrow and a dog who strangers call "Toto" as he scoots down the street, all I need to do is find a blue dress and some ruby slippers and hope no one asks me to sing.
posted by Elise at 4:20 AM
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I sympathize. Our little lion cub will be toted around to receive oohs & ahhs on his first Halloween, but Mommy & Daddy will remain plain ole exhausted Mommy & Daddy. I'm sure we'll find great costume ideas on Halloween night & promise ourselves "Next year..."
10/26/2005 12:35 PM
Elise said...
It is just as well, but I keep hearing great stories of group costumes (Sigfried and Roy parents, baby as white tiger- for instance), and I just can't get it together. And I didn't have the kind of pregnant figure that would make knocked-up Halloween costume appealing. I'll just have to hope for future inspiration.
10/26/2005 3:04 PM
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