So, naturally, before Spirt week, we took a trip up to our mega-Goodwill. It's what we did every Spirit Week of the ODawg's school days.
Here's a True Story about the O'Dawg: Spirit Week comes at the near beginning of the school year. Odawg's freshman year, she had just started to make friends and find her way to classes. (She needs a nav system the minute she leaves the house.) And as teenage girls are wont to be, it has always been super important to her, what people think of her. Having me for a mom doesn't help that situation too much.
Anyway, the first dress-up day was Movie Monday. So we hopped on over to our SuperGoodwill and started looking around. I decided the best way to figure out a movie character was to find an outfit and then derive Odawg's movie role from our clothing selection. As I perused the endless aisles, I realized there were a LOT of clothes that were definitely not fashion forward. In fact, I would describe them as fashion ass-backward.
Uncle Rico says, "We need some way to make us look official, like we got all the answers."
And Kip says, "How bout some gold bracelets?"
And every line of that movie is that kind of quirky, fantabulous funny. Big sigh.
We dressed the Odawg up and she looked all perfectly nerd Deb. I, unfortunately do not have any pictures to commemorate this debworthiness, because I am not the picture taker. The picture taker was still sawing logs that morning, while I was making school lunches, fixing ponytails and yelling at kids and whatnot.
We drove to school, so excited about her outfit.
She's a major dresser upper. She loves Halloween. In fact, she was home a few weeks ago and just happened to go Halloween shopping with the girls and me and an Olive Oyl outfit just happened to find its way into her heart and my shopping cart. And, after a bit of grousing over the million dollar price tag, I buckled to my college girl and bought her a Halloween outfit, along with her sisters' costumes. Millions of dollars later, go figure.
On this trampy Halloween night, we went to pick up my sister-in-law who wasn't yet a bad-ass terrorist, Columbia Cartel, crime fighter. When she opened her door in her voluminous dinosaur costume with her green painted face, she took one look at me and then down at her jumbo-sized stuffed-with-a-thousand-pillows stomach and said, "You have got to be kidding me!"
She was obviously the other kind of dresser.
Another example of my dress-up habits would be the time my friend sent us an invitation to her Murder Mystery party where we all had to dress up in assigned roles.