Dress A Day, Day 23: Red Rising

Friday, May 28

There is anger and frustration in the story of the acquisition of this dress. It was bought for me by my mother on one of her visits to New York, early in my stay here. It was a rainy day and I was not particularly happy to find myself in a department store on the Upper East Side. She bought herself a skirt of the same style and color, which eventually ended up in my closet too. I never wore the dress until about a year ago. Even now I wear it rarely, but I don't throw it away. Maybe it reveals a side of me I don't like to see, but with which I must stay in dialogue.