So...I'm back from vacation: destination Martha's Vineyard and as always, I needed a vacation after vacation and Beautiful Blythe was out of summer camp and school was two weeks away.
Travel to the Vineyard was interesting. There are a few options, but on a writer's budget, I went with the most economical and least forms of transportation: two planes. The first was fine, the second sat ten people and the pilots were rather young looking. Upside, I did get to act as copilot on the way back and it was a very smooth flight.
On the island, I visited the cutest little shop that sold the cutest little dress. I had to buy it, it came in my favorite color, dusty rose...a sign for sure. Once "home" I tried it on for the girls (there were six of us in total, two I didn't know at all, but we all got along famously). After trying it on, one of the ladies suggested that the "top" would work well with leggings.
Leggings, I thought it was a dress. After a hilarious interchange, including a hand check (if the dress is shorter than your outstretched arm, it's a shirt...I just made it, if I checked from the back) I packed my dress and went home, excited to try my dress on for size.
EVERYWHERE I've worn it, people have commented on it. I'll update on my dresses' excursions throughout. There's a lot to cover as I've been away for far too long. The first excursion, with flat sandals, however, was to the grocery store. The local butcher (if the Dominick's meat department counts) who has been so friendly and helpful (venturing outside of the meat department to help me find weed killer...another story for another time) spies me in my little pink dress and I see another side of him.
Butcher: "I love your dress...(lingering, uncomfortable stare)"
Me: "You do, thanks...I got it on vacation (dress manipulation to will it longer)"
B: "You should come by the meat department when you're done...I'd like to see how it moves."
M: "In a hurry. Thanks, though!"
B: "Why are you pulling your dress? You've got great legs."
M: "Pulling...no, no...just in a hurry. I'll see you next time."
B: "Don't forget to wear that dress. I'm divorced."
M: waved goodbye.
My next email was to my new friend who suggested the leggings: "You win, it's a shirt!" She convinced me to try it out again, but not to Dominick's and with different shoes. Okay. I'll keep you posted.
Regards,
Andrea
