Me, My Dress, and I

Today I went against all common sense and reason and bought my dream LBD. My brain said no! and my bank account said no!, but my heart said yes! yes!. Folded and wrapped delicately in tissue paper, my grand purchase swung from a crisp brown paper bag as I jotted down the street cheerfully this afternoon, and I felt, quite surely, that this dress was well worth anything.

Although I usually dress well, I don't always wear the most quality clothes. It doesn't really matter to me- Target, Ross, The Goodwill, Forever 21, the flea market...I enjoy the challenge of the hunt. Hey, I try and get the most out of my limited disposable income. However, it is always nice to have a few really great pieces in your closet that you can throw on if you are going to court or maybe to a Hollywood cocktail party. 

I was itching (actually dying) to wear it, so this evening I put it on just for fun. I modeled it for my family, twirling in circles in our backyard, my bare feet dancing on the grass. At the dinner table, in fear of getting food on my dress, I put on an old lumpy t-shirt over the top of my dress and padded my lap with paper towels. After dinner, I took of the t-shirt and twirled around more in my dress. I felt a bliss that I hadn't felt with any other dress, and I knew then that this love was meant to be.