Today I am thankful that, for now at least, I am feeling much better. I have felt surrounded by love and great friends. I have had moments of intense joy, bursts of focus and ambition. I feel like I have learned a lot about recovering when I get sucker punched. I am sure there is much more to learn, and I won’t like those lessons at all. But the recovery has been rich. It may all evaporate tomorrow, or in another hour, and I’ll be back in a hole, but I’m not there right now, I wasn’t there yesterday or the day before, and that is a very good thing.
I have ideas for many more profound blog posts, but this is the one I want to write just now.
This dress has taught me two lessons — and I didn’t even buy it!
First, at the moment, I want to buy clothes with good stories. This idea was crystallized for me by this post, which laid out all the different, contradictory ways that we assign value to clothes.
“Kate Fletcher, an academic who writes about sustainability in fashion argues that this is the way out of the fast fashion mess we’re in – clothes must mean something to people and we have to value them and have an emotional investment in them. And I like that idea.”
I like that idea, too. In fact, the main reason I never bought this dress was that I didn’t love the story of it: it was on a great sale and I bought it online. That didn’t seem very interesting. I’m in a mood to want my clothes to remind me of people or experiences or events. As the closet archive posts show, I have stories about most things in my closet, or I can create stories. If I had really wanted this dress, I could have come up with a story about it: I was in thrall to Ines de la Fressange, and exploring the idea of dressing like an imagined French woman; this is a brand whose tailoring looks wonderful on me; I had been searching for a simple business dress for months; and then it was available to me at a 70% discount, so I pounced. But somehow I didn’t believe that story, so I didn’t buy the dress. Or rather, the story I imagined (“I bought it at a 70% discount and it was unreturnable and it’s okay but not great and I don’t love it.”) wasn’t a compelling one.
Now it appears that this brand has gone out of business. Illogically, this makes me wish I had bought some pieces — anything — on final sale, because the pieces were wonderful. But “I bought it because the store was going out of business” is not a great story, either. I suspect that online shopping may yield fewer stories.
I did buy something this week online, though, a navy and black cardigan (I can’t capture the photo). I bought it on the day Lena died. The story is that when I see it in my closet, I will think of her and her loveliness and her style and her attitude that every day could be a great day, and any person you met could be a wonderful person, so you should dress beautifully for it. If the cardigan isn’t worthy of Lena, I’ll send it back.
I also learned something else from this dress, by comparing it to the dress I did buy (for much less money) a few weeks ago.
I got this dress at a charming store where I browse infrequently and purchase almost never. It was the first day Daniel was home after his surgery (the day the squirrel invaded). I had picked up Milo from school and we went to a small coffeeshop in the neighborhood next to ours to get Milo a custom-made mint soda. The dress store is two doors down. I tried it on and liked it, and it cost $38, so I bought it. It’s a few decades old and I think it’s been remade or significantly altered at least once. Some previous owner put glitter glue on the dots on the collar and cuffs, and I love that. The brand is Lady Manhattan, and my stylish grandmother bought me a Lady Manhattan blouse when I was about 11, and she thought it was a tip-top brand. (That’s the story. It was also pouring rain.)
I love this dress. When people see me in it, they say, “That’s a great dress” or “I love your dress,” and I agree and I am happy. And THAT is the difference between American women (stereotypical) and French women (stereotypical). A French woman wears the simple black dress in this post (with superb accessories) because she is mostly interested in being a beautiful woman, and not that interested in wearing an eye-catching dress. I’d wager that if someone says to a French woman, “what an amazing dress you are wearing,” she’d feel like the dress had upstaged her and be rather vexed about it. An American woman, by contrast, is very happy to have her dress do the talking and get the attention. The French woman buys the black dress and thinks that my dress is too busy, too loud — and glitter? Non! The American woman says the black dress is drab and boring, and opts for the quirky, punchy, happy, fun dress that was such a good deal.