I started out playing dress up at an early age. Usually as a fairy princess or some other pretty character.
However, I have two aunties and they both allowed me to play as much dress up as I wanted in their closets so sometimes I would look like Cyndi Lauper, which was cool but there was always a chance that my entire ensemble would make no sense…
Once I started dancing, I realized that there was amazing potential for costumes and makeup. I started out with a burlesque box and now I’ve graduated to a burlesque drawer. I suppose this would be a vanity page. I spend a lot of time in “housewife mode” and I find I need an alter ego so that I don’t turn into a gigantic tentacle monster and eat my family. It’s really for everyone’s sanity.
I’m going to call this one a costume based on the ridiculousness of the entire event. I’m not, nor have I ever been, a pageant queen. This picture was taken the summer just after 8th grade, when I was staying with my grandparents until my sister and I moved to Seattle with our parents. I don’t remember who signed me up for the Miss Independence Day pageant but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t my idea. Here’s the part that I thought was weird; I was in a foofy bubblegum pink dress with little rose embellishments at the bottom hem and shoulder/neckline and wearing pink ballet type of shoes. When I walked into the dressing room, I saw girls my age (14) wearing dresses with low necklines and slits all the way up to their thighs. And the heels!! How were these girls walking in heels??
My favorite part of this getup is my enormous hair. I lived in the south (Arkansas) at the time and we all had big hair. Presumably because the humidity was so bad that you had to start your day out with it being pretty tall because it’d be stuck to your face after about 8 hours.
I only included this photo because this is not who I normally am, therefore it is a costume to me. I could easily throw on a tiara and some gloves and turn this into a Princess Peach costume. That would make it way more interesting.