I have this green dress. It reminds me of the transition period between Victorian times and the twenties. It’s an ankle length off-the-shoulder brocade with lace and chiffon. Simple but elegant. Faded in places. Weak seams. I wonder how old it is. Who owned it before me? Did they wear it for a special occasion? A wedding? A dance? A party of some sort? Did it sit in their closet collecting dust like it’s doing now? Who will have it after me? Will they wear it? Cut it up into pieces? Bury it in so much stuff that it will never see the light of day? Will they think about these things like I’m doing now?
I suppose it really doesn’t matter. For now, I’ll fix the dress and wait for the day I can wear it.