Let's say it's 1976 and I am 15 again. I would have swooned over this dress in the store. Why? Well, first, it was from Riff's. Riff's was the exclusive downtown dress store where ladies who had social engagements...you know...teas, luncheons, country club dinners, galas, and other events (I imagined to be the most exciting soirees ever) shopped for their wardrobes.
My silly head was full of teenage romantic notions mainly brought on by my love of reading. I devoured books. We lived in the country and the library was "way across town" and not especially my mother's thing. Fortunately she did brake for garage sales! I would hide in the floorboard of our green wood-paneled station wagon begging Mother to "please don't stop" at garage sales. She stopped anyway. After she got out I would stay on the floorboard until I could accurately determine if the garage sale was taking place at a school friends' home. I did this on my knees and peering out with one eye out the bottom of the window. Once I figured all was clear and I would not be humiliated for life, I hopped out and thoroughly enjoyed myself. (Why was I so ridiculous? My poor Mother.)
With my hard earned babysitting money in my hormonal hand, I purchased dime-priced romance paperback books by the dozens. These were taken immediately to my lavender-painted teenage sanctuary and inhaled. Pages full of Harlequin heroines who wore creamy confections of lace ruffled dresses, dotted with blushing pink roses and mossy green leaves and whose hair shone like spun gold left me...
INSECURE, AWKWARD, UNREALISTIC IN MY EXPECTATIONS OF LIFE, and constantly DISGUSTED WITH MY DOUBLE-KNIT PLAID PANTSUITS WITH BELL BOTTOMS! LOL!!!!
Actually, I'm fine...but oh, I would have loved to have owned this dress!
Oh well, I might could fit one leg into this dress now...but I sure enjoy myself more than when I was 15 and hiding from my imagined humiliations. I proudly brake for garage sales, realize spun gold hair is easily obtained in a box, and know first hand... teas and social engagements do not the woman make! I never made it to Riff's, but I have my own little Etsy Shop with this dream dress for sale. I hope some silly teenage girl will buy it with her babysitting money.
Oh, and I am very blessed to have romance in my life.
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