The Dress I Almost Didn't Buy
A couple days into our trip, we visited the mall, and while wandering down one hallway, I spotted this dress on a manikin in a store window and was magnetically drawn to it. My sisters were all with me, encouraging me to buy it--but I've avoided buying any new clothing for so long, and I'm trying not to add any to our possessions, so I resisted. I left the mall, dress-less.
But my firmness of will turned out to be not quite so firm after all. This dress was still on my mind 5 days after I first saw it, so I returned to the mall, tried it on, and bought it.
Dress, 1. Rachel, 0.
My reasoning for weakening enough to buy it was that you hardly ever actually come across a dress which screams your name, and your name alone. There are many pretty dresses in this world, but there are fewer "you" dresses. This, is, unabashedly, a "Rachel" dress. It called me. We were made for each other. The day I wore it, multiple people asked me if I made the dress, which further confirms in my mind that it looks like precisely the kind of dress only a Rachel could conceive.
Now, what does it say about me that the dresses that call to me look like they could just as easily be worn by clowns? I don't know.
Please forgive the awkward hand shot, but I was so proud of my actually painted nails. I hadn't painted my fingernails ever since we moved to China, but I've been making use of my sisters' nail polish stash here...and I also picked up two rings which seemed to be unappreciated by their rightful owners while I was cleaning their room, bringing my current number of rings worn at all times to 8. I'm still on the lookout for a ring for the index finger of my left hand. I've come to the conclusion that rings are the best jewelry investment for me, since they never merely sit in storage, they're always on me!