Still just a girl...

So, today I am going to post about something entirely trivial. However, this seemingly trivial, tiny, insignificant object has made my week.

So, there's this vintage dress shop, Donna's Dress Shop on 39th street in KCMO. I LOVE this store. The girls that work there wear vintage dresses, rompers, saddle shoes...and sometimes sport horn-rimmed glasses and bee-hives. It's like stepping back in time. I can't pull that off. And, I don't ever want my vintage clothes to seem costume-y...So, I mix it up a bit. Plus, I am nearing a certain age and I don't want to look like I am trying too hard.

So, last week my daughter and I were killing time between appointments and we stopped in. Miss J has an eccentric taste as well. She had never been there before and immediately fell in love with patterned tights, vintage shoes, and a polyester jump-suit only a dancer could wear. I am always short on funds. So, I started by perusing only the sale rack. I purchased a fantastic, aspirational, floor-length, open-back gown...for get this $18.00.

I had no intention of looking at regular priced items. We are on a budget and my son needs a car, stat. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a navy dress. It was silk and kind of "Mad Men" inspired. By that I mean, Joan would wear it and rock it. For those that know, I'm a curvy red-head. So things don't always fit me off the rack, especially vintage. So, I had no expectations of this particular dress fitting. But, the lovelies at Donna's convinced me to try it on. I tried it on and it slid on. It wasn't too big, too small, it was like someone made this dress for me.

I didn't buy it. I decided to put in hold. And, I thought about this dress...this perfect, meant for me dress day and night for the next three days. I couldn't stop obsessing over it. It's silly, really. It's just a dress right? But, it isn't just a dress. That dress made me feel like a super-model. I felt taller, skinnier, more capable to take on the world...in that dress.

So, we went back on Sunday. Donna happened to be having a sale that day. It's a tiny little shop. Did I mention they were having a sale? It's like every hip chick in the Kansas City Metro area decided they too needed to be there.

I inquired about "My Dress" and the cutest flowered salesperson ever helped me to locate it. I didn't try it on again. In fact, someone else event bought the dress for me...this perfect, meant for me dress. This morning, I had some extra time. So, I tried on my dress. I even put on a cute, green, vintage hat (thanks again ladies) with it. This dress didn't make me into someone else. It wasn't like playing dress-up, covering a scar, or wearing spanx. Putting on this dress simply allowed me to be the best version of myself. And, at the end of the day...I'm still just a girl, looking for the best version of myself.

Thanks for reading,
M