For the third year in a row, Lucia was set to be a fairy princess for Halloween. However, yesterday we went to have her bobbed hair trimmed, and then to a consignment shop, where I found a fringed top that was perfect for a little girl's dress-up wardrobe. I told Lucia, "With your bobbed hair and the fringed dress, you could be a flapper!"* I told her only a little bit about the flapper life-style of the 1920's, omitting the seamy details in favor of the Charleston dance and women finally obtaining the legal right to vote. I did tell her that a lot of flappers smoked, and she said, "I will be a flapper who doesn't smoke."
Even though a lot of photos of flappers show bare arms and legs, Lucia wears a shirt and leggings with her dress. She is a Practical Flapper. Someday, she will read Bernice Bobs Her Hair, by F. Scott Fitzgerald.
*Thanks to James Curry, who, on July 22, 2010, notified me of the broken link and provided me with a new one.