What I'm Wearing: Dream dress

Dress: vintage, yard-saled

Sweatercoat: Anthropologie

Tights: Hue

Shoes: Modcloth

Earrings: Anthropologie

This dress was the first piece of vintage clothing I ever owned. It was Memorial Day weekend last year, Patrick was playing at a festival, I was staying home and doing things he loathed and despised. Like, for example, going to yard sales.

There was a whole rack of vintage clothes at one of the sales, most of the pieces between $1 and $5. It was, to put it lightly, an improbable and long-held fantasy of mine come true.

I took this one off the hanger and stuffed it in my bag, feeling certain it would fit, feeling certain I could mend the small tear in the bust, feeling like a lucky little shit for walking away with it for a buck.

This dress was some accomplished seamstress' work of art. Inside, there's no tag, no label, no overlocked seam allowances. This was handmade, and well, by someone with a fancy occasion to go to who needed a pretty dress. It makes me think of Marie's Sewing Kit, the one I wrote about back in December, and the sort of masterpieces that must've spun their way out of her sewing machine, in all their princess-seamed, covered-buckled splendor.

Oh, the stories it tells.