Putting on a costume....

Some of us love to put on a costume. We love to pretend we are someone else, even if it's just for an hour or a day. I love to dress as a flapper, from the 1920s, the times when Coco Channel designed 'scandalous' clothes and women started cutting their hair really short. I've never worn anything like it, but I would also love to wear a high headdress and a voluminous dress, like the ones Marie Antoinette used to wear. I would love to pretend I was Jane from the jungle, instead of dressing all covered-up and conventional for a change. One big change for a change! I could dress as a bellydancer, not a fake one, but an Arabic belly-dancer, with colorful, silky fabrics and lots of bracelets. Dresses, customes, masquarades, they are all the same. Putting on a costume for Halloween is the residue of childhood fantasies. In my childhood idyll, I used to believe I was a princess and to dress the part, I used to make long dresses out of white sheets and old mosquiteros. Putting on a costume for Halloween now is a way of remembering how Sundays were like at my grandma's house. The days in which I used to be whomever I wanted and live wherever I wished. Regardless of the year in time I picked.