Forget running to the convenience store with a note to buy your mother’s Pall Malls. Forget rolling around in the way, way back or playing kick the can in the middle of the road until the porch lights flickered on. Forget swimming unsupervised and sweating in the car while your mother ran into the bank….
All you need is love. And a wig.
Last week I dressed up as Princess Leia. It wasn’t Halloween, Mardi Gras, or even a costume party. Nor does my husband have a kinky fetish for intergalactic rebel royalty (that I’m aware of). I dressed up because my youngest son is a Star Wars freak and it was his birthday party. Yes, that’s right….