So…there was this one time that I dressed up as Labor Day. No, that wasn’t a typo. I didn’t mean to say ‘for’ instead of ‘as.’ I dressed up as Labor Day.
For six years of my life, I spent my summer months in the hills of the Ozarks at a wonderful Christian sports camp, Kanakuk Kamps. My days were spent teaching kids how to shoot a bow and arrow, use the J-stroke in a canoe and how to scream really loud when you went down the zip line. Ok, so maybe I didn’t have to do much instruction for the last one. My nights, however, were spent dressing up in the craziest costumes you could think of. Things that don’t really make sense. Wigs that had been through so much there were some bald spots. Clothes that mismatched coupled with random things like floaties, tutus, goggles, neon scrunchies, butterfly wings and flippers. You laugh, but where I was, wearing that meant you were the cool kid. Yeah I know, why can’t every day life be like that?
One night for an all kamp party, the theme was holiday. Now, I don’t want to brag, but I have to say I’m a pretty good costume-er (yes that’s a word) which means I can’t just go with the norm. No red and green Christmas outfit for me. Too easy. No red, white and blue flag shirt. Too predictable. And definitely no beaked-face with turkey feathers taped to my head. Too over-done. No, my style is much more creative. So, naturally I wore scrubs, made myself a nice round belly out of a towel and taped a sign on my stomache that said “First Monday in September.” The whole night I danced with one hand on my belly and the other on my lower back like I was in pain.
Well, cyberworld, I’d love to tell you that the crowd saw the creativity and humor that I did. I’d love to tell you I got the ‘Most Creative Costume’ award and was heralded forever in Kanakuk Kostume History. But, that would be a lie. Never in my life have I gotten so many awkward stares. Kids and counselors alike. So…maybe my costume was slightly inappropriate for a youth camp dance? Maybe. It didn’t take long for me to dance my little ‘pregnant’ self out of there and have my own little ‘Labor Day.”
On that note, here is to wishing you a Happy Labor Day!!!! Unfortunately/Fortunately I have no plans to be an amazing costume-er today but am instead headed to the lake!
Happy Monday!
(I searched everywhere for the picture of me in that costume but no such luck. No worries though because apparently my pregnant costume makes an appearance every now and then. This is an Instagram…sorry for the quality…of me last winter for a costume game in the mall for a youth group. A different version of Labor Day but still fitting. My fun friend was the Target Lady. Like I said, I’m a really good costume-er. And as a disclaimer, I am not nor have I ever been pregnant!)
