Inspired by Spring and nostalgic about real Summer days, I went on a treasure hunt to find green things. A scarf, a clutch-bag, but particularly a dress. Green has more mystique than the LBD. Its magic reminds us of mythical creatures like fairies and nymphs. This is a cautionary tale about a beautiful green dress.
A few years ago I had an olive halterneck dress. We rarely parted company. Like a steady boyfriend it accompanied me to exhibition openings, poetry slams, barbecues. Only my jeans have boasted that level of versatility. We all have that one item that makes us feel comfortable, vivacious and is effortlessly appropriate for any occasion. This was such an item.
"The Woman in Green."
Two weeks ago I went hunting for a similar dress. I tried every vintage shop. Then the high street. De Nada. The moment you decide to seek out an item that specific, you will find nothing matching your criteria. Its a law of the retail universe.
Disheartened, I popped into my favourite charity shop to console myself with a book and there it was. The original dress, brand new with the tag on it. In my size. In better condition than my first one. Oh and it was £4. Call it a fluke but I call it synchronicity. A call to return to that woman I'd lost contact with. A great visual reminder of that woman in green.
Oh and one last word about culling your wardrobe. Tread carefully. Make sure that the discarded item is definitely surplus to requirement. You might not be so lucky to find it again.