I was on Twitter this morning (Of course I was on Twitter, what else would I be doing?) and put out a tweet looking for ideas for a blog topic for the day. So my bloggy friend, Sarah, tossed out her blog topic for the day saying I should use it, too. Hey, why not? I'm sure her blog post, even though it has the same title, will be different than what I come up with. Also, that means I don't have to think as much, and we all know that that's a good idea. Make sure to check out Sarah's blog to see what she has to say! But for now, on to the post!
When I was a kid, it was all about Wonder Woman. A supercool crime fighting chick in a sparkly outfit who had an invisible plane? What could get better than that?! My friends and I would anxiously await the weekly t.v. show, then spend the next day running around the playground pretending to lasso people and make them tell the truth. I'm still thinking that magic lasso thingy is a good idea. Anyway, Wonder Woman was "IT" in my world. My choice for a Halloween costume that year was an easy one. Oh yeah, I was gonna be cool.
Fortunately for me, my grandma was an excellent seamstress. I went to her with a plea for my beloved Wonder Woman costume and she stepped up to make it for me, with one minor alteration: My costume would have a strap that wrapped around my neck. My grandma gently explained that I didn't have anything to hold the costume up. It was true. My 4th grade self didn't exactly have Lynda Carter's "frontsets" to keep the costume in place. Drats. But other than that, my costume was fabulous! I drew and cut out the eagle for the top half of the costume myself. I made a cool golden lasso and bracelets. Also, the stars? Yeah, they were all me. My grandma even took me to some thrift stores to find red boots to wear. They were these fabulous red go-go boots that were way too big on me, but I loved them anyway. I wish I had some red go-go boots now... Anyway, I was set. I looked exactly like Wonder Woman. That is, if she had red hair, was less developed and was in 4th grade. We got to dress up in our Halloween costumes for school back then. Everyone thought my costume was cool, and it totally was. Although I do remember feeling a little odd walking around school in what was pretty much a fancy bathing suit and go-go boots. But I was Wonder Woman and it was good.
I'll let you in on a little secret. I keep it hidden pretty well, but I'm still Wonder Woman today. That is, if she had red hair, was still less developed and drove a minivan. Some things never change.