LETTER: Carnival Costumes or Wardrobe Dares?
Dear Editor,
I trust this letter reaches you fully clothed and out of harm’s way—unlike a few brave souls I encountered during Carnival Monday in St. John’s!
Now, I love Carnival. The music, the freedom, the spirit—pure magic. But somewhere between freedom of expression and fabric conservation, we seem to have lost the plot.
I found myself witnessing what can only be described as a bold experiment in structural engineering. One young lady appeared to have put her full faith in dental floss and prayer. The outfit—a shimmering illusion of a costume—was clinging on for dear life, seemingly held together by hope, sequins, and sheer willpower.
Let me be clear: confidence is queen. But there’s a fine line between body positivity and a full-scale costume malfunction waiting to happen. If your shorts have vanished into the abyss and your top is performing a disappearing act of its own, perhaps it’s time to call a wardrobe timeout.
To our luscious ladies (and gents too): we adore your energy! But not all outfits need to come with a health warning. If your carnival costume needs GPS tracking to stay in place, it might be more of a hazard than haute couture.
Let’s save the acrobatics for the stage and bring back the kind of sexy that doesn’t require constant readjusting or double-sided tape. You can still turn heads without making the rest of us fear for your circulation.
So here’s a plea from one observer: flaunt it, yes—but maybe don’t let it flap in the breeze.
Carnival is a celebration of culture, beauty, and freedom. Let’s keep it fabulous—with just a touch more fabric and a lot less fear of slippage!
Yours in feathers and (reasonable) fashion,
A Slightly Startled Spectator
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