
I had arrived late to the sale, after a morning swim workout – wet hair in a twist and dressed down sweats. I tried to justify to myself that all would be gone, yet feeling the dread of lost vintage, while approaching the suburban gingerbread house.
I headed for the upstairs bedroom and saw a semi-empty room. So I was right. And then ... Surprise! A full closet -- I gleefully chuckled to myself, and proceeded to pull each garment out one by one, each carefully stored in old dry cleaner bags. As I ‘unwrapped’ each piece, I felt the presence of someone behind me.
She spoke as I turned toward her, “That’s a Mexican Wedding dress you know!” while glancing at the bundle of lemon custard colored lace in my hand. “I had a friend who worked in the garment district”, she continues to chortle, while noticing my firm grasp on a fistful of mystery garments, for later revealing of a Chester Weinberg mini dress, several couture dress suits, and a sexy black Estevez with rhinestone buckle that would soon have me happily skipping down the street.
"So these beautiful items are yours?" I asked. “Yes”, she softly answered, with eyes that seemed to glisten with a mix of nostalgia and melancholy. Feeling a small ache in my heart, I heard my own voice coming out like a low rasp, “Are you sure you want to part with these?”
She recovers and answers with a resounding “yes”, and begins to expound upon her favorite “fancy clothes” as she put it, and her many travels during the 50's and 60's. “Will you tell me all about it?” I plead. With excitement and almost child-like glee, we sit upon a small love seat tagged “sold” and enjoy a late morning of happy memories and fondly remembered tales.
I could see that her favorite was by far the Mexican dress, as she returned to it often during the telling. “I wore a flower in my hair and danced throughout my honeymoon in that dress”!
For once, I was glad that I had arrived late, missing the morning crowd and oftentimes rushed madness. Especially since I had come away with the best treasures of all – the thoughtful and shared memories of a well lived life, and the cherished “soul” of a once beloved dress.
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