The me who wears this dress owns a very impressive home, maybe even a castle. The salesman says he will fetch one in my size and flounces away, disappearing behind a white velvet curtain. It’s something a more fabulous version of me would wear. I would like to be this imaginary person, which seems like a logical reason to purchase this dress. Why do I feel like it is Christmas Eve and my aunt just backed me into a corner? ” My chances of going to a black and white ball anytime soon are about as good as my chances of getting engaged, which is to say, slim to none. Because no matter where we find ourselves (single, dating, engaged, married, divorced, separated, confused, complicated…) there are never any guarantees. “I’m seeing someone, but we haven’t really, uh, defined what’s going on with us yet.” “Oh,” she says. “Well, you could wear it to a black and white ball? What I want are more examples, a cornucopia of happily-ever-afters.
I mean dark wash, not faded or worn out jeans with no holes in them.
This post goes out to all the “Lexie’s” in the livestock show world.
I’m starting a new category on my blog called “Livestock Showing” that will include posts with tips for beginning showmen.
I said goodbye to the dress and sent it on its way.
In the end, I did what any self-respecting person who’s trying not to tempt fate (or waste fabric) would do. On living alone, and things that should exist for single people.