When I was little I LOVED She-Ra. I used to build giant castles out of kleenex boxes and glue, and pretend that She-Ra was saving the land of Etheria from the evil Hoardak. She would swoop in on her magical horse, Swift Wind, and vanquish Hoardak with her brute strength and cunning wit. It was glorious!
So as soon as my daughter was of the right age and frame of mind to fully absorb the indoctrination of She-Ra, I ordered the two-box set of Season One and there was no looking back. My daughter loves She-Ra as much as I do, and when the time came to start planning her Halloween costume this year she quickly proclaimed that she wanted to be none other than the Princess of Power herself. I, of course, was very proud.
My son also said he wanted to be He-Man but I had already bought him a Lightning McQueen costume earlier in the year. So next year I'm looking forward to dressing him up in tighty-whities with a breastplate and sword, or maybe hot pink tights and leotard, we'll see.
I found most of my daughter's costume at a local children's consignment shop, and filled in the rest from online retailers. The cape, cuffs, and headpiece are from Etsy; the iron-on transfer is from Transfer Paradise; and the sparkly gold tights are from Amazon.
I found my son's Lightning McQueen costume through a nationwide Craigslist search and had it shipped from Virginia. He had people stopping him all night to compliment his car. One kid even came running out of his house in bare feet and undies to get a look at Lightning McQueen.
I also recently found a photo of me the year I dressed up as She-Ra. I remember loving and hating my costume all at the same time. I was desperately excited to be dressed as my favorite superhero, and utterly mortified that my mom spelled her name wrong on my cape. My costume was more of an "interpretation". No one knew who I was, just like no one knew who my daughter was on Halloween. The important thing though, is that we know who we are, the rest is just fluff.