this post is alternately titled, "who knew i'd ever pull that prom dress out of the closet again?"
as part of the blogscars race, here i am in my best red carpet attire. in a highly typical setting. barefoot in the field behind my cottage. you know, just wearing a black velvet gown. you can find me in a similar scenario practically any day of the week.
i got that dress on a sale rack in the depths of a chicago filene's basement. with my uncle and mama. my uncle held it up and said, this one. it was insanely cheap and ralph lauren. and for two women from the south, those two concepts alone were enough to sell us.
i wore it with robert my senior year. the prom he came home from college to attend. we didn't go with anyone. for a couple torn apart by cities and time and too long phone conversations, we saw the prom as a date night and went to the fanciest steakhouse in town. our meal ironically cost more than my dress.
i'm not a fashion blogger, and rarely do outfit posts. but there's something to be said about dressing up once and again. even if it's just prancing around in the wet grass after work. about shaking one's hair loose from a tight bun and swiping on some ruby lipstick. of practicing a posed smile until suddenly, the sun begins to set and you catch a glimpse of someone you love behind the photographer and you realize, for the first time all day, you're not posing anymore.
