As a little girl I loved to dress up in pretty clothes and pretend I was a princess going to the ball. My fairy godmother was my stepmother in real life who generously gave my sister and I some of the prettiest cast-offs any girl could ask for. When I was in high school I often wore dresses because I loved feeling feminine. I have always loved being a women (well, almost always), loved everything feminine, and even loved lace and frills.
As my babies came along I became so practical that I created a simple uniform of two or three pairs of dark slacks, some t-shirts, and a couple of dresses, one or two medium-dressy, and the rest for every day. I still like dresses but don’t wear them anymore — it is just too cold here in Connecticut.
Today as I was pulling some of my dressier clothes out of my closet, I got a little thrill that had been missing for so many years. I am going to an event, and I am to be part of its focus. I am thrilled. I am surprised at my excitement. Yesterday I was dreading the energy it would take to get ready today, but I am smartly taking all day to prepare.
My boys will dress up in their best, too, and see their mom honored for a small accomplishment. I hope they are proud. I am just happy to be attending a function where there will be professional people, as in college president and deans, along with a founder and other faculty and administration, where I get to dress up and feel pretty (pretty is so very subjective, you know).
I will be remembering this feeling as I provide my grandchildren with dress-up clothes, too. I want them to enjoy make-believe, feeling pretty, or handsome, experiencing how a costume can change one’s perception about oneself, even if for a short time.
Maybe they will grow up to participate in LARP or Renaissance festivals. Maybe they will be purely geekish and stick with super heroes. Whichever direction they go in, I hope they feel free to know that they can escape from the everyday hum-drum of life and experience some magic by just dressing up!