Have you ever been in love with an item of clothing? I mean desperately in love. The kind of soul stirring, cringing when separated type of love. The kind of love that keeps you awake all night and warms your heart whenever you think about the object of your affection. I’ve been there multiple times. It first happened when I was six and my love was this black dress with pink floral print. In retrospect, I would describe those feelings more as an obsession, but love sounds so much more romantic. That dress awakened feelings inside of me that I never thought were possible, towards an item of clothing anyway. Left to my own devices, I’m certain that I would have worn that dress every day.
Fast forward to the present, I found myself in the same predicament. I saw a black dress this time with white floral print and it was love at first sight. Unfortunately, there was no mother to prevent me from wearing that dress day after day. My Instagram feed is packed with back to back photos of me and my floral dress in different locations. The first time I wore it for a night out, I felt so fabulous that I wanted to sleep in the damn thing. However, I remembered that I should act like any self-respecting adult and wear some old frumpy t-shirt to bed instead. The next day I donned it for an audition, then decided that I should go tree hugging afterwards because it made me feel like a fairy. All I needed was wings baby and I could have flown in that dress. I attempted to put the dress to work the next day, but a nice musk on the armpits prevented me from doing so. I must say I thoroughly missed it on the first day of our separation.