I bought a yellow dress today. It's a sweet yellow dress, reminiscent of the Pride & Prejudice era; the high waist, delicate pattern, so exquisitely feminine. I felt like a fairy, a princess, a beautiful girl when I slipped it over my head and gazed critically in the mirror. I was transported into another era; I was a different girl with a different life and set of joys and worries.
"Yes, I will take the dress." I told the sales lady, a preppy 60-year-old wearing Juniors clothes and teen perfume.
"SUch a DEal!" She shrieked as she wrapped it up.
When I modeled the dress (that sweet yellow dress with a wash of old-fashioned roses) for my parents, mother asked "Who are you trying to impress? Because it's very impressive."
I answered "Nobody."
I'm not really trying to impress anybody... yet...