Susan Miller told me that I would have a fabulous year from June 2011-June 2012. And that was true! And then June 11 2012 hit, and everyday I have had a visit from the Bad-Luck Fairy. From randomly bumping into things causing bruises, chipping my tooth, losing crap, poking my eye, spilling paint, dying my hands…and now…ruining my favorite dress of the summer, that I only bought from Anthropology a month ago and wore once.
Something my friend noticed about me and my dresses is that although they make me look “put together”, there’s always a small stain, or a tear, or an unraveled hem. I love to think that that is a perfect representation of my life, sort of messy control….or as I like to arrogantly classify it: Jazz. But now, I’m pissed that I got car grease on the chest of my red dress, and because I am an idiot on occasion….I went and stuck the dress in the sink with water instead of taking it to the dry cleaners. And then I thought, “Oh I should take it to the dry cleaners,” and the lady said…”Oh no….You shouldn’t have wet it….it’s silk…we’ll try…”
Maybe you all knew this, but in case you didn’t…LADIES water is not pure and perfect in relation to everything…It kills silk!
I called Anthropologie, and they have 14 left in the country and Canada which they could order for me and send to me for free.
Is “replacing” a dress the same thing as “buying?” Can this be forgiven of me through this intervention?
Or do I have to come to terms with the fact that the dress doesn’t make my life better….I do, and there will always be more pretty dresses?
Luckily, the day I wore the dress I ran into my ex who I hadn’t seen in forever, and I looked great. His date, on the other hand, looked greasy and like she needed a shower, though I am pretty sure it was a very deliberate look that I only remember seeing at the Hard Times Cafe in Minneapolis (pre-renovation). Ew. I suppose that encounter alone was worth the $90.
December couldn’t come too soon.
I picked my dress up from Classic Cleaners in Los Feliz and they saved it!
I figured it was because I told the Universe that I would stick to my “no dress shopping” promise and deal with the fact that I destroyed my dress, and so the Universe said…very well…lesson learned…here’s your dress back.
My roommate Dana says that’s totally unfair. But I don’t know if she understands how deeply I had to deal with the loss of it. Take that Mars Retrograde!