Winter Carnival Shenanigans

This is the middle of Winter Carnival Week at school, and for each day, there has been a dress-up theme. If class advisors participate, the class gets an extra point. Usually, I'm up for at least a few of the days, but it's been really cold and frankly, dressing for "Beach or Biker" or "Formal Wear" didn't click with me. Today, however, is "Barbie or Ken." I am not going Malibu Barbie, or Pilot Barbie, or even Teacher Barbie-- I'm throwing it back to the one I inherited, the hand-me-down Barbie I got from my aunt when I was little. It was the original one, with the black and white striped one-piece bathing suit. NO, I'm not wearing a bathing suit to work. That Barbie, however, had some classy clothing, none of which was hot pink. I have a black wool swing coat with a faux fur collar that will do quite nicely, thanks. And I can manage the eye makeup (but no blue, no no no). I even found a bright pink lipstick. 

So, 1960s Barbie it is. A rather older, shorter, less busty and leggy version. Okay, I'll look a lot more like Edna Mode from The Incredibles, but at least I'm trying. Tomorrow, it's "Dress as a character from the Disney Movie your class chose"-- o lordy, they didn't think that through. They chose The Lion King. 

I am not penciling in whiskers to be a large cat.

Friday is the last day, and we have to wear our class' assigned color: Blue. I can do that.

Have a good one, and stay warm. It's one degree out.

C