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So there is a party. A very important, long awaited party. It is my sisters 21st birthday party. And with it, comes the decree that we all dress as Barbie or action figures. Simple really. It’s a pretty wide net. Come as anything blonde and you’re done.
So I decided I would go as Ballerina Barbie. Wearing the petticoat from my wedding over tights with a black (sleeved, thank you very much) leotard. Cute flats and some ribbons wrapped around my ankles and calves. Done and done. I was even planning to purchase some sort of hair piece so I can do a massive bun on top of my head. With ribbon wrapped around, of course. Cute pancake makeup. Lots of eyeliner and off we go.
And Hubby..? Well we are making him go as Buzz Lightyear. Because the kids will love it. And every party needs someone with pop out wings and lasers. Don’t you think?
I love costume parties. I get that the expense can be a pain in the bum. And the effort. There is usually some effort above and beyond the usual party effort. I adore the variety. The creativity. And the frivolousness of it. If it were up to me, I would put out a party mandate. All parties must include costumes.
Goodness knows how. Once my parents and I went to this massive effort to dress me up for a youth group event. I was even in a pencilled on mustache and beard. And I arrived and no one else was dressed up. We had gotten the wrong week. It was a disaster. OMG. How I ever recovered from that, I have no idea.
Do you do dress up parties? What has been your favourite ever costume? Do you think I can pull off a petticoat as a tutu?
Suger 
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