Oh, this dress.
Come take a ride on the memory time machine! Where we explore the fading dusty memories of our crap!
Long ago in days of yore, when Andy and I were friends but starting to be more than, I remember a pre-Burning Man group outing to the Swap Meet.
Oh, the swap meet. (I miss the swap meet. I would go, but I would only come home with more crap.)
Anyway, we were wandering about (Chula? Kobeys?? I can’t remember which it was now) and I saw this dress. But it was late in my swap meet day and most of my money was gone, oh no problem, Andy says, and loans me the money to buy it. I pay him back later that day, but I remember it being a cute moment for some reason that now may seem trite in our cold brittle hearts.
Wait, what?
Later I wore that dress in a massive awesome photo shoot on the playa by the Certainly More Than Friends By Now Andy. But those pictures were the slides. Slides! (You can’t see it, slides, but I’m shaking my fist at you.) I just need to dig out the slide adaptor for the scanner, try it, be disappointed, and forget about it for another 5 years.
The next time I wore this dress was at a party at the big party house we lived in, the infamous 869. I don’t think I had it on long–a benefit of having a party at your own house. See, the dress for all it’s swooshy swinging beaded and sequined glory, fit snug and it’s beads everywhere approach, included on the rear, made sitting not so possible. Oh, the pain of swinging beaded beauty.
And because I’m a terrible human, somewhere in the 2 times I wore it and years it hung in my closet I ripped the back slit up to sloot levels.
Now it’s time for some handy etsy re-imagineer upcycling seamstress to have her crack at the holy beaded and sequined goodness that is The Dress.
Amen.
(Ooops)
