The Traveling Red Dress experience.
To be honest, there's a part of me that balks at all of this.
I've done a lot of frivolous, over-the-top, senseless things in my life. To feel pretty. To feel loved. To feel fun. To fill some hole in me that can't really... ever... be filled. Not by a dress.
And my beautiful, amazing sister decided that I needed a traveling red dress.
i must admit I've been less-than-psyched about the whole thing. Finding a formal dress for me that looks awesome and makes me feel like a princess and not a whore is ...
I felt pretty at said sister's wedding to husband #2... and that feels weird even saying,because at this point I think of him as the only man she's ever had in her life.
But seriously. I think she needs the red dress more for herself than anyone.
My sister. She takes care of 4 little messy crazy sweet and adorable boys. And 1 big messy crazy sweet funny and sometimes adorable 30-something yr old boy.
She takes care of me.
she takes care of her employees.
She works her job like a bossssss..... she is everything to everyone that anyone needs.
She deserves the red dress. Not me.
And yet as I looked at myself in the mirror trying on my two prospects for this... I felt a combination of elation and desperation.
You know what I wanted my red dress to be? Getting past the first round of American Idol or the voice.
Making money at modeling.
Becoming a midwife.
moving 7 hours away to try to make things work with a man whose MO is to not try to make things work.
and... getting married. Going to the prom. Getting married.. getting fucking MARRIED. Not being the bridesmaid or maid-of-honor or wedding pianist or wedding singer... GETTING MARRIED.
I don't even know if I want to be married but I want the dress. I want the ring. I want the magic. I want to loook into a man's eyes whom I love and know that he loves me enough to make a commitment.
I want to go to a formal dance. I'm 27 and frankly i've ever been to ANY Formal event.
This is presenting more of a dilemma than I thought.
This year, I want to be taken out for valentine's day. I want the full treatment.
I want to be pampered, kissed. I want my hand held. I want flowers and a dinner in formal-wear. I want ... SOMETHING.
And for the past 9 years, there has been nothing.
I ignore the day as best I can, but what can you really do? Pretend it doesn't exist? Mope around in your house with sappy movies and cry? that's nothing more than not only do you not HATE V-day, but you love it, and you just want to be loved on Valentine's Day.
I just want that. I want I want I want.
I want to ask for it, but I'm too scared.
I shouldn't have to fucking ask.
I can't imagine anything more amazing than my loved one showing up at my door on Feb 14th, by surprise... just because he wanted to make it special. Just because he boycotts holidays and birthdays, but Iw as important enough.
I want to be important enough.
No dress will do that... except......
it made me realize I'm important enough to someone. Someone who gave me the dresses. Someone who wanted me to feel beautiful. To do something totally illogical and fun and to go in a beautiful ball gown...
No matter if I have to take MYSELF out.
Ok, it matters.
But what I'm saying is..
thanks, sis. And if you have any ideas on making the rest happen, work your fucking magic.