My twin is always wondering what it is that makes my children want to dress up. Both of my offspring have been members of the Knights of the Northern Realm, have taken sword fighting lessons and have sewn elaborate costumes to wear at special events.
My daughter dated a very creative fellow who makes his own fantastic outfits, knives, belts and such. My son was married in Gimli wearing traditional Viking garb and still goes to the Icelandic Festival there every year to live in the Viking Village (not Value Village) and to sell handmade jewellery.
My own quest for costuming began last June when I knew I was going to join the Shakespeare Ride and wanted to dress as an English cyclist. Being a first generation Chirper what did I know about these things? Not being one to enjoy trying on clothes, I was frustrated in my search of the Antique Mall and just about every thrift store in the city. I mean just how many jackets with sleeves hanging to the floor, sport coats with armpit stains and suit coats with questionable seams can one man try on?
I was happy to note that the reason 38 short jackets weren't fitting me anymore was because of the 2 inches of chest size that I have added since taking up cycling on a more serious basis. Once I realized I needed a 40 inch jacket, my luck began to change and I found an ensemble at the GW Boutique (GoodWill) that would do just fine.
My recent adventure into dressing for the Tweed Ride proves that my children come by their need to dress up honestly.