I've decided I'll be a fairy for Halloween this year. I say this year as though I've had previous years of costumes. The truth is I'm a bit of a recluse. Other people live to dress up this time of year. Me, I watch people in their costumes and wish that were me. But instead I stay at home. This year is different - I have a party to go to. (I say that with pride, which strikes me as a bit pitiful)
A friend and I wandered around the Halloween store for hours looking for just the right costume. They have quite a selection of, shall we say, revealing outfits. There was the referee, the milkmaid, catwoman, batgirl, elvira, school girl and scottich girl. There were over 70 costume choices under the category of "slutty", usually involving thigh highs, boots or both. As I was looking over the selections, part of me was thrilled at the thought of looking like these volumptuous models, like I've always dreamed of looking in a Halloween costume. The other half of me was appalled that I would be on display in skanky fetish outfits for any male to see and lust over. I think of this as a sure sign of my age.
I finally decided on black fairy wings and dark makeup. I felt a girly sort of giddiness when I thought of the fun I would have wearing fake, sparkly eyelashes. The other part of me thrilled at the cheap cost of makeup and wings. Halloween has become ridiculously expensive.
I tried on the wings tonight with the outfit I had planned and I realized another sign of my age: I am not willing to be on display if I'll be cold. I'd rather be comfortable. I wonder if fairies wear sweaters and boots?
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