Dear Favorite Vintage Summer Dress,
We need to talk. I'm so disappointed in you. After all I've done for you. Rescued you when you were abandoned at the thrift store - tossed out like trash. I found you, brought you home, cleaned you up and loved you. Oh, how I loved you. Need we count how many times I've worn you? Really now. Many. Or how many pairs of green shoes I've bought with the express purpose of wearing with you? Oh, so many. Or how about the endless number of times I've cleaned you ever so delicately with my own two hands in the bathtub, using only the mildest of soap so as to keep your crispy vintage cotton happy? That's right, a lot.
We've had some good times together, my friend. All those picnics by the beach, dinners out, summer barbeques. I could go on. Oh, and shall we even talk about how carefully I've protected you from the evils of red wine? Yes, maybe now you're beginning to remember. That's the only explanation I can think of - that somehow you just forgot how great we were together. There's no other excuse for your behavior - I mean, I so delicately packed you away last fall, dreamed about you in the winter, and all the while you were sitting in my closet shrinking on me? I feel so betrayed. Oh, and don't you dare blame this on the daily pint of coconut ice cream from Maples this winter. This has nothing to do with that, nor with those Standard Baking Co. chocolate croissants. Nope, clearly, the blame belongs on you and your shrinking self. Clearly.
So, now that I've jogged your memory about our past, perhaps you're feeling a little guilt? a little remorse? I'm a forgiving kind of girl, and I miss you terribly...so let's make a deal. How about I put you right back in the closet for a little rest - a little time to think - a little time to g-r-o-w (about an inch or, maybe two while you're at it). And next week, I'll pull you out, slip you on, we'll head out on the town, and we'll just forget this whole thing ever happened. Whaddya say?
in hopes of a reconciliation,
your ever-loving wearer
PS. Oh yeah, I almost forgot. While you're in there, thinking things through and all, would you mind having a little chat with your closet neighbors? It seems that you've been spreading your sassiness to everyone around you. Tsk, tsk.
