I have a dress in my closet that was a ginormous bargain. It bought it in a trendy district and was elated upon finding it. For it was perfect. It embodied a point in time. It embodied a commitment to an idea. It fit me smoothly despite it being an off color for me. I wore it with glee at how perfect it was. Photographs were taken of me in it that really conveyed a pointed point. Then the dress was no longer my friend. It became a symbol of sadness and what is wrong in the world. Not that what was wrong with the dress would be evident to anyone but me. Well. And a few others with a keen sense of knowing. Now I see the dress hanging in the closet and I just want to take it down. I want to take it out back and pile a bunch of leaves around it. Then I want to burn it. But I probably won’t. Remembrance of that which is wrong can be right. But it’s not to say just one day I’m gonna burn that dress down.
Categories: Fashion, identity, mental health, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
Can I add a lifetime of memories I don’t want to that pile of leaves?!
Or I might sell them to buy those rose tinted glasses and reality blockers that blindly happy folk have, give me a break from my reflection for a while
PS; yes I know, I am way too positive today!
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Yes! Let’s pile it all on to the leaves
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It’s a bit Disconcerting
After 11,111 Miles
Of Public Dance In 6
Years i still don’t
Have A Highly defined
6- Pack in fact
Ms. Perfect Body
Who relaxes on her
Recliner scolds me
Somedays.. yes the 49
Year-Old oft Described
Eternal Teenager will
Taunt me if i Eat Too
Much that i am Developing
A Mini-Keg even
Though i don’t
Drink Beer.. but you
Know what Dance Hair
Don’t care.. i wore a Shirt
With Bart Simpson last
Night with His underwear
On Belly proudly displayed
With the Caption
‘Last Perfect Man’
Defying the Eternal
Teenager’s Taunt that
Imperfect is not Perfect
Hehe.. it’s all About
Attitude
It’s All About
Soul and hey
Look at ‘Buddha’
Gives me Room to
Grow even if i
Can’t meet
‘Jesus’
Standards
Of Solitary
Slender With SMiLes..
When i was 33 i could
Meet that Standard…
Asking God for a
‘Mulligan’ as i
Approach 60…
And
Not an Irish
Beer…. Trivia Note..
My ‘Rainsford’
Ancestors housed
The Place of Guinness
Beer 🍺 Irish Eyes
Will Smile!! No
Matter size of
Pint or
Belly..! hehe..😁🕺
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Haha. Keep on dancing!!
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Can’t Stop! Dancing!
Have ‘Happy Feet’ Now!😁
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Oops typo..
11,911
miles of Dance..;)
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I have a dress with matching jacket that I wore to my daughters first wedding. I wanted to wear black but the outfit was blue. The marriage was a disaster and my daughter, a strong woman, got out and saved herself and her infant son. I have thought of burning that outfit but as it is actually quite nice I am going to donate it to the Care and Share store. It has sat in my cupboard for several years now so it deserves a second chance with someone else.
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Oh wow. That is most definitely a dress with a lot of meaning and history. Someone can start a new story.
Glad your daughter got out
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Me too. She is a warrior woman and I am very proud of her. She has now remarried to a wonderful man.
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Love to see the dress!
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Hehe. Maybe one day I’ll post a photo. Once it no longer carries such a meaning
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Improve your karma: donate the dress – thus sending the memories packing – and make someone whose color it is very happy in addition.
I have to do that with bunches of things I brought to California because I thought I MIGHT use them. Should have saved the space.
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At some point i will give it away 🙂
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