From Sticks To Nicks

ImageThe only thing I have in common with Stevie Nicks at this stage of my life, beyond an artistic appreciation for scarved tambourines, is the gradual facial Landslide we’ve both been on since Rumours came out in ‘77.  But having procrastinated over finding a costume to wear to a Halloween party last Saturday night, I did a last minute rifling through our closet, past the Earth Wind and Fire selection of tie-dyed apparel (Andrew’s side … natch), and found this feathered hat, bell-sleeved top and black velvet cape that confirmed the fact that our closet really should belong to the wardrobe mistress of a glam-rock reunion tour.

It’s not often you get to check yourself at the front door and socially venture forth as somebody else, so if there was ever a time I was grateful for the conversational crutch, I’ll admit this shindig was it.  Hosted by the parents of one of Bodie’s Select Hockey teammates, the party was for Titans and their families to reconnect at the start of the season and to welcome new players and their families to the group.  With only four new kids added to the roster this year, it felt a bit like crashing a family reunion, but we suited up, the screaming ghost, the leprechaun and two Stevies (Nicks and Wonder), and made our way to the event.

As we approached the zombified house, the front lawn was thumping and I had a flashback to a bad grade nine Halloween house party where, as a chubby teen, I went dressed as a frumpy cleaning lady alongside my cute kitty, sexy bunny friends.  They spent the evening flirting with all the boys while I stood in a corner of the living room joke-dusting the cobwebs and nursing a newfound disdain for Halloween parties.

But that was a long time ago, before I married and gave birth to my own posse, and while we didn’t know a soul when we first waded into the fray, we left having made a few friendly acquaintances.

I guess Stevie was right.  Time makes you bolder, children get older, and I’m getting older too.

Yeah, she’s getting older too.   (Yeah, I meant me.)

Me as Stevie Nicks (may go grocery shopping in this later)

Me as Stevie Nicks (may go grocery shopping in this later)

12 responses to “From Sticks To Nicks

  1. I saw her in concert last spring and made a resolution to always dress like her from now on.
    Of course, I don’t have the clothes. But I work in a school and I thought it would be good for the kids. Nice post!

  2. Love the wig and the resemblance! 🙂
    I wore a Twisted Sister wig to preschool today & scared my daughter! Who would have thought?!

  3. Awesome post and you know what, they do get older right along side the rest of us… except maybe they can afford a little more distraction, liposuction, plastique surgery and touch-up face lifts, but I’ll take me any day!

      • 🙂 The only ones who had a great attitude about having themselves ‘done and redone – nowadays we’d say updated’ were Phyllis Diller and Dick Clark. They’d admit it, and joke about it. They’re also the only ones who utilized it so they kept looking good. Or maybe it was just because we loved them so and they convinced us they loved us too.

        Have you seen Axel Rose? Eew…

  4. That is a riot! Nicely done I might add.
    I told the kids that if we went to any parties or if I had to dress up it wouldn’t take much… dig out the purple flowered coat with a black skirt, part the hair down the middle and go as the flowered skunk. My gray is so pronounced I seriously look like I just walked out of the woods. Glad to know I’m not the only wacko that the kids can laugh at. 🙂

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