Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Betsey in a plastic bag

Same dress, yes, but dry-cleaned? How I wish it were still dirty.

A little ivory and powder blue coloured Betsey Johnson dress hung smugly in a closet for an entire year. The prettiest and most summery dress had a complex; Why hadn't it been worn?


Finally, a suitable soirĂ©e, a wedding on a Greek isle; the quintessential locale for such a dress. 


A little makeup on the bow, beads of sweat surely, and a few drops of alcohol accumulated from the night's festivities were like badges of honour for the dress. The fragrance of men's cologne intertwined with the dress' original YSL scent and blended together to create the sweet smell of summer. 


From car to yacht, white linnen covered chair to beach recliner the dress had been thoroughly worn. 

Alas, no dress can be worn indefinitely. And so it had to be taken off. Off with it came the fun. But the dress kept memories of the night's exploits hidden abreast its fabric for as long as it could. 


Blame the dry-cleaner for summer's end. 







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