Mordechai, the Quimper Family Medicine genuine plastic skeleton, came out to dinner with us on Saturday and seemed to have a great time. She is wearing a sequinned top, though you can still see her ribs through it. Lots of people stopped by to get introduced….
Now my daughter is expressing her interpretation of emotion to go with the flamenco dress: drama. This is out of character for my introverted daughter…. and her sense of the ridiculous shows up as well….
My sister loved to dress up in costume. She died four years ago next Tuesday and her birth day is tomorrow.
The photograph is me and her daughter, in costume, at Lake Matinenda in Ontario, Canada, in 2009. I brought a rather demented flower fairy costume. The gloves are my mother’s: crocheted, uncomfortable, romantic and impractical. The whole outfit was entirely silly and impractical for the woods. My sister would bring long ball gowns up to the woods. We played dress up at my grandmothers with our cousins, in my mother’s 1950s prom dresses, in the middle 1970s. We thought her dresses were ridiculous. So were ours, of course.
I am not sure exactly what my niece is dressed as: a boy, I think, and maybe she was being a rapper.
At any rate, it is fun to dress in costume…. miss you, sisty.