Within the trunk lay piles of musty material which, when you unfolded them, opened up into exquisite skirts - skirts my grandmother used to wear in her square dancing days - but were now mine to play with. I would slip them onto my hips, holding them closed with safety pins or rubber bands, and twirl and twirl and twirl.
I could do this for hours.
My favorite item in the dress up trunk was an eyelet one-piece, which was meant to wear underneath the skirts, like a petticoat. The top was a ruffled number intended to be worn off the shoulder. Scandalous! Of course, I had a hard time sharing this coveted piece of dress up when friends were over, but I tried.
There were skirts, dresses, shawls and beaded necklaces. There was a fur shoulder wrap that when paired with a pill hat, made one 7 year old girl feel like Jackie O. There were many things in the trunk, each one a treasure in its own right.
I had just finished some work I was doing in my office last night and I heard giggles on the stairs.
One, two, three little girls - each dressed up in an outfit of her choosing, peered around the corner, ready to show me how they looked.
Each, a treasure in her own right.
It's nice to see that although the clothes are different, more commercial and less "grandmother's square dancing cast-offs," that the basic principal remains the same: kids love to play dress up.