The revolutionary costume of the day

I know we don’t usually ask “What are you wearing?” till we’re in the Crack Van, but costumery is on my mind today (and I also wanted an excuse to post this song, which I adore. )

My commute route winds past all three of my town’s voting locations and the folks standing on the periphery waving signs were dressed in some combination of red and/or blue and/or white. And when I stopped by the bank before coming into the office, I noticed all three drive-through tellers were in red, white, and blue.

As for myself, even though I voted early last week, I purposely wore all blue today- jeans, a nice billowy cotton blouse, blue socks, blue and white New Balance shoes, a blue hairband. As I walked out of the house, I thought about my mother. For years and years, starting as far back as I can remember, and all the way till I was in college, my mom volunteered at the polls on election days, sometimes she even served as election judge for the precinct. She took the job seriously, the polling place was hallowed ground, and she ran a tight ship. This was, in fact, her eventual downfall. She kicked a young man out of the VFW hall for playing a guitar too close to the actual voting booths. There apparently wasn’t any point of law aboutnot playing a musical instrument too close to a voting booth but then again, there was nothing that said onecould, either. Further, she also felt the musician just may have been trying to influence votes with the choice of songs. Unfortunately for Mother, the kid in question was the nephew of a county judge … but I digress. The point is, on election day, my mother dressed up, like she was going to church. Hose, heels, hairspray. Because this was important work and my mother was a STAUNCH woman. 

I also thought about this from LDabout a conversation she had with her 87-year-old Pops about his attire while protesting California’s Proposition 8:

Tonight, Pops told me about his experience on the street corner
earlier today with my sister, her son, and a spirited group of No on 8

“I wore navy blue trousers,” he volunteered.  “And snappy white
shoes. And a necktie, so as to indicate that I was serious.” A brief
pause. “I think I was the only one wearing a necktie.”

“That was a great idea, though, Pops. Lends you moral authority.”

“I thought so,” he replied. “It was a wonderful experience, you
know. People would honk and wave. It was really quite something.”

So, what about you? Are you dressing symbolically today? Any lucky outfits, buttons, regalia come into play when you vote? Tell us about about it.

The song’s fromGrey Gardens, The Musical, based on the legendary documentary by the Maysles Bros. That’s Christine Ebersol playing Little Edie Beale. The original Little Ediediscusses her revolutionary costume and staunch characters here. My guess is that Edie would have voted for Obama.

5 thoughts on “The revolutionary costume of the day

  1. i have a beautiful shirt that was made for my father in nigeria 36 years ago. it is blue and black with little gold threads shot through the cloth. i’m wearing that to the victory party.

  2. Went to vote in head-to-toe black fleece. Warmth is key at 5:55AM on November 4th. Now, I’m at work wearing a formal black skirt, a blue shirt and big blue hoops. It’s a not-so-secret message (to those who notice) that I voted for Obama.

  3. Jeans and a Frank Zappa t-shirt. Got compliments from the “older” poll workers on the shirt đŸ™‚
    Went back home, changed into an Obama shirt, slapped my “I Voted” sticker over the “O” logo and headed into work.
    I’ve had a big-assed grin on my face all effing day.

  4. geauxbama shirt from dirtycoast, jeans, peace sign bracelet, tye-dye socks and comfortable shoes. good mojo for knocking on doors all day!

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