That's what we called it when I was a little girl. I LOVED playing dress-up. I was always the poor, hungry, gypsy girl, or a damsel in distress....I would wear an assortment of dresses and scarves and gold shoes and clanky bangles. I was the princess who had been thrown out of the castle and was out in the wind and rain begging for a crumb of bread....I tell you, my imagination was boundless and there was no end to the dragons and knights-in-shining-armor that I could dream up!
Now, I have two boys. There's no need for fancy dresses and gold shoes and glitter and puffs. But, what would boys dress-up with? Do boys need dress-ups? I didn't know.....then, at the thrift store, I saw a pair of these:
The perfect pair of genuine cowboy boots! Leather with fancy stitching.... and I found some costume spurs too! Now I'm on the lookout for a leather vest and belt for the holster.
I said, "El hombre del Sombrero!" He gave me that pose. It's all in the pose : ) Now he's ready to rustle some cows!
Anyone may use my pictures and/or quote from my blog! If you want to give credit to me that's great : ) I started this blog just to record what I would normally write in my journal - so if that inspires you or makes you happy - that makes me happy too!
The beautiful poppy I used as my title image was painted by the talented Lisa Feather