Dress A Day, Day 6: Exorcism

Tuesday, May 11

It's cold out. Too cold for this far into May. But a chance to wear this woolen dress, which I found on the street: Dean St., just across from my side of Bedford. I wore it for my flight to Israel in January, and when my luggage was inevitably lost I found myself roaming the streets of Tel Aviv in it for three days. But tonight's dance was from the dress's time before me, I'm sure of it - no amount of laundering can wash certain things out, but maybe a dance can.