Saturday afternoon movies.
The very thought would send shivers of anticipation up and down my spine.
A black and white fantasy world.
My silver screen idol – Sonja Henie.
Transfixed I would watch her chasse across the screen.
An axel jump
I held my breath
An elegant arabesque.
Her costume a heady swirl of stripes.
My costume for the Victory Day Parade.
I instructed my Mother how the costume was to look. The skirt should have alternating rows or red, white and blue stripes. It should be very full. When I twirled the skirt would float around me just the way it did on my idol. The rest I was rather vague about.
The dress was fashioned out of crepe paper on a Singer sewing machine of questionable vintage. Red, white and blue crepe was sewn into one long piece and then gathered by hand. The bodice was sewn of white crepe paper and separate from the skirt. The skirt was tied securely around my waist with twill tape. In my enthusiasm for a very full twirly skirt I hadn’t counted on the thickness of crepe around my waist.
I knew then I would never look like Sonja Henie. My skirt would never float horizontally no matter how fast I twirled. But I looked in the mirror and told my Mom “I loved my costume”. I donned my red crepe paper hat emblazoned with the V for Victory. I carried the flag my Dad made me. Then off to the Victor Parade I marched.
(N.B. Like many things in life crepe paper isn’t like it used to be. It would be difficult these days to make a costume out of crepe paper. That said I have seen out-of-this world beautiful creations made out of paper.
This story from my childhood is a companion to my July First Canada Day blog)