Like the title says, it seems to happen to me almost every year. Ever since I was able to pick out my Halloween costume, there’s always been confusion as to what I’m “supposed to be”. For example, in 2005 I was Glinda the Good Witch of the North from The Wizard of Oz. But, since I lived in Saskatchewan I had to wear my winter coat over it, and it happened to be a Barbie jacket so everyone thought I was Barbie.

Next year I was a 50s dancer, everyone thought I was a 70s dancer. Year after that I was a zombie, everyone thought I was a hippie. Another year I was a fortune teller, everyone thought I was a Roma person. Flapper = Go-go Dancer. Vampire = Goth.

But the most insane of all, one year I was Supergirl. Everyone knows who that is. You have the big “S” on the chest. And to be fair, a lot of people did know who I was, but there was this one woman that I’ll never forget. She looked at me and confidently said, “Wonder Woman!”

I’ve learned that it’s just part of life for me, but I guess will see if anyone can get my costume this year.