I love Halloween. I have always loved this spooky holiday. I remember in elementary school my friends and Iplanning out our costumes. There was the princess year, the punk rocker year, the princess/fairy year, the punk rocker/hooker(?) year…I think you can see the trend. Come on, it was the ’80s. Although, that doesn’t explain the hooker costume. My joy of “dressing up” continued on into my mid-twenties. Every year I was invited to some party and every year I dressed up. It was always so much fun to walk into a party, in full-on costume mode, and enjoy the night.
I wonder what the heck changed?
My hubby and I were invited to a “toga” party a few weekends ago. Back in the day, my initial response would have been “heck-to-the-yeah! Where do I find my sheet?” This year? Not so much. My reaction was, “Oh, great. My big butt in a sheet? Um, nah,I don’t think so.” When I told my hubby that I thought we might pass on dressing up, he was confused.
Him: Why don’t you want to go? You love dressing up.
Me: I used to love dressing up. I’m over it now. Besides, we’ll still go but we won’ t dress up. I don’t really feel like standing out this year, okay?
Him: What do you mean you’re over it? You just dressed up last year! Remember, ’80s night? And don’t you think you’ll be standing out if you’re the only one not wearing a toga?
Me: Yes, but I’ll be the one standing out, not wearing a toga. Why are you arguing with me? You hate wearing costumes!
Him: Yeah, I know. I’m not wearing one, regardless. But I still don’t get it. What’s the problem with wearing a sheet?
Me: What’s the problem with wearing a sheet? Seriously?
Him: Okay. Whatever.
So I stood firm on my decision that we would attend the party (socializing is still very important to me) but sans giant sheet draped across my body (my butt swathed in sheets is not as important to me.) Or so I thought.
The day of the party I was visiting with a friend who was also invited. She had bought some material to make her toga and was going with a Vampire-esque toga theme. Her husband was going with a Nascar toga, complete with Hot Wheel car hot-glued to his shoulder.
She asked me, “I can’t remember.What did you decide to do for your toga?”
I felt likea loser. “Um, I’m not dressing up,” I answered,in a barely discernible whisper.
“Yes, you are,” she said.
“No, I’m really not. We’re going, but we’re not dressing up.”
“Yes, you are,” she said.
“I don’t even have any extra sheets,” I answered defensively.
“Well, here you go,” she says as she magically whisks outtwo sets of sheets, which materialized out of nowhere, I swear.
“Um, okay. I’ll work on it, I guess.” I went home and looked at the sheets, my story already forming in my mind. Something about spilling cooking oil all over the front of the sheet. But then I looked at them. One set were pink princess castles with a purple drawbridge and stars. And I was sold. I’mnot sure what it is about those sheets that brokeme out of my shell but I suddenly got excited about it. I would be Princess Toga!
And I was. And, honestly I looked pretty cute. I also felt fairly good about it…although I imagine the glass and a half of spiked punch I had upon arrival helped me out there a tiny bit. We ended up having a great time and I was so glad that I decided we would sport the togas. Jer, on the other hand…
Moral ofthe story~ I need to get over myself. Life is so much more fun when you buck up and enjoy the heck out of all it has to offer…toga parties and all.
Love to all, Mindy
Very cute. Barbie and Jethro toga!
Hahahahahaha…Jethro toga. That’s pretty funny! If I promised he could “man” up the toga with camo, he would agree to wear it. Doesn’t he look “manly?” =)
That is the manliest toga ever.
Seriously – I am impressed with you. Costumes make my hyperventilate and break out in hives.
I’ll let Jer know that you think he’s “manly”…or that his toga is “manly”…whatever. He’ll hear “manly” and stop listening, anyway. Thanks!
I looooove costume parties!! Still. Even though I’m almost old. And not model thin. Okay, I’m not even “plus sized model” thin. But like I told my daughter…I may have a few moments when dressing of “wow. when did my butt get that damn big?” or “who the hell’s stomach is that?” but then I get distracted by my amazing boobs, I mean personality. I look in the mirror and think, well that’s as good as it’s gonna get. And check my insecurities and self consciousness at the bathroom door. And then I enjoy myself and whatever I’m doing.
Besides, you rocked that princess toga! Love the tiara! And your husband rocked the Jethro toga!
I will definitely try and channel your attitude the next time I decide to swath my body in an enormous sheet! =) And I love that you are so confident about your amazing boobs..er…I mean personality. Mine are…er…is pretty amazing too! =)
You guys looked great!! I am so not that creative when it comes to costumes. If it is not put together in a nicely packed bag with a price tag on it….forget it! =)
I’ve seen your costumes, Lisa, and I’m pretty sure you’ve got the “naughty nurse”/”sexy schoolgirl” corner marketed! Princess toga sheets are definitely not up to your level! =)
The Park Wife says
LOVE the princess toga! Great idea. You look fantastic. Jethro toga, haha, it could also have been made into a Bubba toga, just need some of those awful Bubba teeth, hey, I live in Arkansas so I am not passing judgement on Bubba’s, hehe.
Going to make the pumpkin dump cake tonight, I will let you know how it comes out.
Bubba…that’s hilarious! We actually HAVE some of those teeth. I didn’t even think of that! Next time, maybe! Although, I’m dang lucky I was able to pry him into the door with just the sheet. His camo shirt was the compromise. =)
Mindy~ I tagged you for an award over at my blog. It’s the “Over the Top” blogger award. Please stop over there and get your directions!!
Thanks Spot! I will go check it out! Hmmm…”over the top.” Is that good…or bad…? =)
Cute!!! Love the princess toga…I love anything princess-like!