This time of year fills my head up with costume ideas: Wouldn’t it be great to dress up like Audrey Hepburn or a golden snitch from the “Harry Potter” books?
I like these ideas, but I never use them. Unfortunately, the older I get, the harder it is to find a reason to play dress-up.
Each school year, there have been a couple different weeks with designated dress-up days. In junior high and high school, the designated dress-up days were fairly similar. There’s nearly always a pajama day, or a hat day, or a decades day. I think decades day is one of the days with the most participation. You walk down the halls and see the huge ’80s hair, the leather jackets from the ’50s, the truly awful ’70s bellbottoms. It’s a great day, in my opinion.
Student government officers are the ones who designate the dress-up days. I dressed up for every dress-up day during my freshmen year, since I was a class officer and was graded on whether I participated or not. Otherwise, I think there have only been a handful of days that I dressed up on dress-up days. It isn’t because I didn’t want to participate. Mostly, I just forgot what we’re supposed to dress up as. And I really don’t want to come to school with huge ’80s hair on pajama day.
I could always just dress up solely because I can. I could easily sew a ‘50s poodle skirt and fix my hair into a high pony tail and go to school. Or I could find a big yellow, fluffy princess dress and do the grocery shopping as Belle from “Beauty and the Beast.” I could dress-up as anything I want, on any day I want, but that might cause too many weird looks that I’m not used to. Plus, it would be really hard getting around Walmart in a fluffy princess dress.
Halloween, however, gives us a day when we can dress up as whatever we want — sort of. My mom isn’t a huge fan of Halloween. So, for the first nine years of my life I had a bride costume to go trick-or-treating in. I don’t think you can even call it a costume, to be honest. Every year, I would wear a white church dress and my mom’s white lace table cloth on my head as a veil. But you can only handle wearing a table cloth veil for so long, and in the third grade, I put my foot down: I wanted to be Cinderella. Fortunately, my mom let me be Cinderella for the next couple of years.
Around the age of 12, I decided I was too cool and too old to go trick-or-treating anymore. This decision left me with very little reason to dress up in a Halloween costume.
Then costume parties seemed to be the best way for me to dress up for Halloween, but I don’t know very many people who host costume parties all that often. Last year, I was lucky enough to be invited to a costume party. I wore my mom’s senior ball gown and a masquerade mask. Her dress made a perfect Halloween costume. It was black velvet with gold swirls to match my mask. Oh, and the sleeves were so puffy, they came up past my ears.
I really like the idea of dressing up in clever or cute costumes, but it’s getting harder and harder to find just the right occasion to do so.
Kristine Johnson is a senior at Tooele High.