- When we lived in our little fishing village in Spain there were 4 fiestas a year. Outside of those , life was tranquil but predictable. But when fiestas occurred all the stops were off. When I was little, Easter was the end of long cold winters. We girls went to the fabric store with Mom and chose patterns and material for our yearly new special Easter dresses. Then we would haunt her
Sewing machine while our fantasy frocks came to life. Finally the big day arrived and we got to don our new fashions along with the winter-stored white shoes. Each year was another triumph for us and Mom.
The same was true in the village. All the women went to the beauty salon to spiff up and out came the new dresses, the helmet-like hairstyles, full make up, fingernail polish. For one day they were transformed from fishermen’s wives to princesses.
No matter if you are young or old, live in St Louis Missouri USA, Catalunya or the Gobi desert. Women love the lure of dressing up. Among the horsemen and the archers and the wrestlers, the women ignored dust and dung and strutted their stuff. 
EVen modern dress was gorgeous and unexpected. Can you imagine these two milking goats?
It is only once a year but I am sure they can hardly wait like my sisters and I stalking Mom at her sewing machine
