I never made it to the donation site today. Tomorrow it's on the top of my list, though, because if I don't donate these dresses (and more) they will find their way back into my closet. And that won't do anybody any good.
I've been thinking about these dresses, though. I can remember buying each one, wearing each one, and wishing I looked thinner, younger, fresher. Memories were hidden in the back of my closet. Like secrets, they are only real if you tell somebody. Pulling these dressed into the light was truth. And truth will set you free.
Disclaimer: The photos were not the best in the world. It's been a long few days.
With all the rule following this dress does, I can't wear it. I wore this dress on a Sunday morning. It was just a regular Sunday. Ironman and I had been going to this particular church for several months. Our daughters left us in the parking lot to their Bible study Class. As Ironman and I entered the room we were told (yes, TOLD) that the men and women were splitting up. The women would be way down the hall, turn left, go through the glass door, up the stairs. Seventh room on the right. Okay I'm exaggerating. But that's basically what I hear the woman TELL me. Blah blah blah. She lost me at "Split up". Ironman is my definite safety blanket.
The story continues. I'm ushered into a room full of women none of whom I've ever seen before. It's a new church in a new city and although I'm a married mother of three, I suddenly feel like the new 7th grader. It was awful. I was embarrassed and out of place. I attempted to introduce myself to the woman sitting to my right but just as I opened my mouth she suddenly turns to greet her long lost friend whom she probably saw three minutes earlier.
It should come as no surprise that I never returned to that Bible Study class. And I can never wear this dress because of the feelings it invokes.
Stacy and Clinton - you can have this one.
It wasn't the first time he said some sexist remark to my face.
But that's not the only reason I'm donating this dress. I can't fit into it.
I'm donating it because I've worn it several times. I've had it for several years. It's time.
We drove to New Orleans. Went to dinner with some friends. Laughed and talked all night. I thought about keeping it just for the sweet memory. It's the only time I ever wore it. Poofy sleeves didn't stay fashionable after 1988. Hmmmmm. REsist the urge! Donate the dress.
This was fun.
I'll have to go through the keepers in my closet next time.