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--It started Saturday morning when I headed to the secretary’s house to get dressed up in the traditional dress. She took the sides of her dress in so it would fit me. First we put on three underskirts, though most women would wear at least five, tied tightly across my ribs. Then the long Victorian style dress and belt also cinched across the ribs. Last is the classic hat designed to resemble a cow’s horns. It is quite elaborate and the women really take some time getting ready, which we all know is not my style. The belt around the dress always has some flashy buckle and the hat is adorned with a broach in the front and back (adding to the old fashioned flare). From the very beginning I felt as if my underskirts were falling and I gained ten pounds. I also wore platform sandals and of course stumbled throughout the weekend, yet even with added height my skirts dragged on the ground. Julie laughed as she dressed me “like a doll.” She also assured me that the first time she wore the traditional dress she also felt like her skirts were falling down. Part of getting used to it I guess. The other troublesome aspect of my outfit was the hat. Apparently the base is something firm wrapped in rolled newspapers, but mine was only rolled newspaper so it wasn’t very sturdy. All weekend women and men were adjusting my askew horns.