When it comes to dressing up, I have more than a little difficulty picking a favorite role. I love them all, from gorilla to marie antoinette, indiana jones, marilyn, ninja warrior.

I still have my fave mask brought home from Venice that I designed the most amazing costume for and how I loved strutting about like a fine venetian aristocrat, that is until I fell asleep drunk on a table.

The pippi longstockings costume I wore when I was nine, is probably the one I adored the most. I identified so strongly with her chutzpah, independence, playfulness, big teeth and unique dresscode. Oh to be able to lift horses, jump on roofs in a flash and live like a pirate.

According to Jung we have but one persona to adopt, that is if we manage to distinguish ourselves from the ego instead of ending up being adopted by the facade we carry around. There are ofcuz many roles available for the persona to play, chosen consciously or acted out in oblivion. For obvious reasons I can't go into the latter and I'm sure anyone who knows me well could list a few. Of the conscious ones, I like the one wearing the mr fix it cap. Gotta problem? let me solve it for you. You don't even need to ask, I'm perfectly capeable of taking the initiative on that one. What you say? You don't need me to fix your problems? ..too late, I'm in the zone and there's no stopping me.

Blessed be that role, oozing competence, basking about in the glorious illusion of being in control.. of other people's lives. Hiding under the mr fix it cap comes especially handy when my own life is running amok. In addition I get to be the caring  and supporting friend, the one that can be trusted to lean on when the shit hits the fan. And please, do suck every drop of energy out of me, drain me totally and give me the perfect excuse to not deal with my own stuff. The paradox being more often than not, that I play that very role when I feel like a lil scared one who could do with someone to lean on for support. The moments, and sometimes extended moments, where I can't seem to tap into that magical feeling of being courageous and absolutely invinceable behind the freckles, self supporting braids and mismatching socks.. Pippi, can you heeaar me?