Closer Than They Appear.

voltee ♦ January 21, 2013 ♦ 2 Comments

Item: Dress Color/Fabric: Glittery Green, polyester Designer: H&M Where Purchased: The Salvation Army Years Owned: 4 (!)

Sometimes, words are so very difficult. Unnecessarily so. Sometimes, there’s just blinking. Staring. Sighing.
And little to no actual finger movement.
I have been attempting to write about this green dress for a week now.
It is not going at all well.
Does that mean that I should skip this one for now, or just keep trudging through the vast word void in my mind?
Hmm.
I trudge.
Tonight, I am feeling a little blue. Perhaps it is because I am not feeling inspired. Perhaps it is because I am missing some dear friends. Perhaps it is because I bought a new dress yesterday and I feel guilty. Perhaps it is because I am listening to Glen Hansard.
Perhaps it is all of the above.
And also that I miss being on stage.
Therefore, this is the only dress I could think of writing about.
Why? Let me count the ways.
1) It sort of looks like something a fairy might wear. Should I come upon a fairy, I think that the magic and fairy dust and what-not would make me feel inspired. Probably until the end of time.
2) The one and only time I wore this dress was to hang out with the very same friends I am currently missing. And it was a wonderful night!
3) According to the rules of Thrifty Thirteen, my penance for buying a new dress is to surrender three. Since I have only worn this once in four years, and even then as an accident, I think I may be able to part with it. If you agree.
4) Glen Hansard is Irish. Green is a color often associated with Ireland. This is a green dress. Yes?
5) The night I accidentally wore this dress was after a performance of one of my favorite shows I have ever been a part of.

Sure. Ok. But what is the story?
I found this odd little number at the Salvation Army, with my magical shopping partner, Lisa. At first, I picked it up because I thought that it might be a little retro dress of sorts. But then, upon closer inspection, with the handkerchief hem and glittery thread, it was a little more ice-skater than retro. A little more Tinkerbell than Doris Day.
I felt like it would be a great costume. For something. Someday.
Pus, it was 50% off day. It was only $2!
And so it became mine.
By becoming mine, I mean that it sat in a bag in the back of my car for a few days or maybe even weeks.
Until a particular Friday, when I had a performance of The Who’s Tommy. Which my not be my favorite show to watch, or listen to.
But it was amazing to be a part of it on stage.
I’ve written about it fairly extensively here.
Those were long, hard days. i had to leave directly from work and drive straight to the theater, without passing go or collecting $200. Or dinner.
I had to bring extra clothes to change into after the show, as I didn’t want to participate in an after show celebration in yoga pants.
This particular night, I had assembled a marvelous ensemble.
And promptly left it on the kitchen table.
Fury! What could I do? I was a slave to workout clothes.
Then I remembered: a green fairy dress in the backseat of my car.
It worked, for the most part. I did not feel entirely put together or comfortable.
Occasionally, I wondered, Do I look like Michelle Kwan?
And in the end, I didn’t care. That much.
Because I was surrounded by wonderful friends. Including my Lizzie and Vicki, who I am missing desperately these days.
And also, Lemon Drop shots that were poured into martini glasses for some odd reason.
No matter. The very lovely Dianne, Josie, and I did just fine!
We are pros.
Well.
What I have learned from this post is that I miss being on stage.
I think that was the majority of the reason for my melancholy of late.
But should I keep this dress?