Sometimes, you need to make your own fun.
Being the Student Representative Council teacher means I have a bit of creative licence when it comes to playing dress up. I'll turn any SRC activity or fundraising activity into a chance to break out my inner kid and crack open the costume box. And that, my friends, is why I turned up to work looking like this:
Yup. Along with raising money for Juvenile Diabetes, I took full advantage of my power and made my kids dress up in bright Jelly Baby colours. I embraced neon pink and just had to adorn the hair extensions and tights. The carers at the Little Lion's daycare are now used to seeing me look ridiculous and always ask when the next dress up day is, and the lady behind the Macca's counter just laughs as she hands me my Hot Chocolate.
I'm not sure where my love of dress ups and costumes comes from. Maybe it's from being part of dancing classes and concerts from the age of 5 to 15. I loved the sparkles, glitter, the full on makeup that could have been applied with a trowel and simply the chance to be someone else for a short time. From memory I've been a witch's cat. Batgirl. A star. A firefly. A robot. A teabag from the Mad Hatter's Tea Party (seriously, it was bizarre) and a goat (so glam).
Dress up and costume days make people smile. It gives that little added spark to an otherwise normal day, and it's good not to take yourself too seriously. I have a partner in crime in my colleague Margaret who's even more of a die hard costume addict than me. She married in Fiji then came back and had a massive 70's themed celebration party at a bowls club... she's totes retro cool! My poor husband on the other hand hates the thought of dress up, and shudders every time we receive an invite to an event that's 'themed'.
So, which side of the coin are you on? Are you a dress up queen, or you do despair at the thought of having to dream up a stellar costume?