How Big a Kid Am I?

OK. I guess I am a bit advanced in years for the whole dressing up for Halloween thing. But I work in a cube farm where it's about the only fun thing we have right now. So I was stuck for a costume idea until last week. I caught sight of a poster I have above my computer here at home, and inspiration struck! I got Sweetie to help me a bit, and now I have been on Ebay searching for the props I'll need. I have my lunchbox, my welding goggles, my Army sweetheart pin, and soon my coveralls will arrive in the mail. Then with the red fabric with white polka dots that Mom found for me at Hobby Lobby, I will become...Rosie The Riveter!
Talk about dressing up like your hero, or in this case, heroine. As a lifelong student of history and the wife of a WWII memorabilia collector, I suppose it's a natural choice. Rosie embodies the spirit that I want to possess--the "We Can Do It!" attitude that puts rivets in ships and planes in the air. When she went to work, she WORKED! All those blow up films from the 60's make it seem like the gallant man's fight, but WWII put men in the Army and women in the supply line. It wasn't all equal rights but it was a big leap forward. Interesting to see the changes that have taken place since then. I'd like to know Rosie's take on it all.
There were real Rosies you know. There are many alive today, although the number gets smaller as the generation passes on into history. There is a Rosie The Riveter Museum dedicated to the women who built the Armed Forces, kept production lines running, then went home and boomed out a few million babies. Bless their hearts.
Anyway, on Halloween I will try and pull off my best Rosie. Then I can put my costume into Sweetie's collection of memorabilia--and pay homage to veterans of the home front, who served not for valor or medals, but for the men and boys they cared about. Thanks, ladies.