there is a time for everything...a time to mourn and a time to dance. ~ecclesiastes 3:1,4
Saturday, November 15, 2008
playing dress-up
I'm not a huge proponent of Halloween, especially here in Bolivia, because it can be so dark and demonic. I do remember that I loved to dress up as a kid to go to a church function or trick-or-treating, and I'm sure my sister would be happy to tell you about the Halloween when I dressed up as the Solar System. So weird. This, however, might be the cutest costume ever. And the cutest little girl ever. My sister Kelly even made this wig for my niece. Oh, I miss those girls. Maddie, I'm sorry I missed your second Halloween and won't be there for Thanksgiving, but I'll be there for your second Christmas!
In other dress-up news, it didn't work out for my roommates and I to have our costume/masquerade party Halloween weekend, so we scheduled it for the following. We were not characters, but rather an era--an incredible decade in which fashionable clothing was at its peak of classiness and hairstyles were big and beautiful. We were the '80s. Here's the female crew in attendance. L to R: Sarah Palin, 80s chicks, pregnant hick lady, Tim the biker, butterfly, and ant
Since my roomies and I can be overachievers, we didn't settle for just dressing up in 80s attire--oh no. We learned the dance to "Thriller" and performed it for everyone, leggings, hot pink lipstick and all. Who says missionaries can't throw fun parties?
