The Girl in the Green Dress
Remember playing dress up as a child? I used to love getting decked out in over-sized dresses, beads and high heels and pretending I was a princess. When I was really little, like maybe 4 or 5 I had this God-awful emerald green satin dress that I wore to a Sunday School Christmas concert. I think my grandmother made it. And I absolutely loved it. It was down to my ankles and when I twirled, the dress flowed out like it should for a princess. I LOVED that dress. I loved it so much, in fact, that I would put it on everyday. When I was first starting in school I would come home and put that dress on. I was so proud of it.
I was watching a TV show earlier that showed a clip of Disney and Beauty and the Beast. Belle’s dress reminded me of my green dress:
My mother tried to throw that dress out so many times. But when I would come home and discover it was missing I would just go to the garbage and dig it out. No way would I let that dress leave me. I’d totally bonded with it.
I find it completely adorable when I see Abby constantly putting on the dress she wore in a wedding several years ago. Blair wants to throw it out…it doesn’t fit her anymore, it doesn’t close up in the back, and it’s getting rather short. But it’s beautiful and I completely understand why she wants to put it on on almost a daily basis (although, I must admit, it would be nice if she would start hanging it back up instead of one of us having to pick it up off the floor). She’s a girl; therefore she is a princess and she wants to twirl around in the frills and the ribbon and all that lace. *sigh* I miss those days.