The Red Dress

I’ve mentioned the Travelling Red Dress Project a few times, Gentle Reader, and I finally decided that it was time to find my own Red Dress. The red dress doesn’t necessarily have to be red, or be a dress – my friend Sam’s red dress was a pair of blue heels embroidered fantastically with swallows. Your red dress just has to be something that makes you feel beautiful, comfortable in your own skin – it has to be something ridiculous that you just love but is utterly impractical. You know, like an enormous red ballgown.

The Task: Find my Red Dress

The Execution: When I set out to do this, I had no idea what my red dress would wind up being. I’m not exactly comfortable having a body – I’d always sort of wanted to be a disembodied intelligence, or a vague benevolent force, like the wind.

Ghost Friend hasn't been around nearly enough, lately.

Fine. Or A Drunk Angry Ghost.

There were a few things I had in mind, of course – I’m always after glamorous foot-wear, and hats have long been a passion of mine. I’ve always wanted a 1920’s style Piano-Shawl Kimono, though – you know, the kind with the knotted fringe? And it just so happens that they’re on their way back into fashion just now – or so Forever 21 would have us believe.

Man, if I can get all my stuff at Forever 21, will I *really* stay 21 forever?

Forever 21 is stealing my old-lady style, you guys.

Well. You remember how I’ve recently become enamoured with online shopping? I happened to be browsing eBay one day, for something else – I think it might have been my strand of pearls. “People who viewed this item also viewed these things!” eBay sultrily whispered into my ear. I turned to look, and my heart nearly stopped.

It was plum. It was burnt velvet. There were embroidered peacocks! And the fringe – oh, the fringe stretched from hither to yon! It was glorious – and it was in my size! I had to have it. At once. And I knew that I’d found what I was looking for – this was my Red Dress.

Some of you faithful Readers will recognize this from my recent photoshoot, but that’s because if I’m expected to be saucy you can be damned sure I’m going to wear something that makes me feel good about my body. It does – dear Lord, it does.

Pound of flesh

The Verdict: A thousand times yes. And I’m going to insist that you all do it too, if you can. Find something that captures your you-est you, that makes you beautiful, that lets you love yourself – you’re worth it.

About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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5 Responses to The Red Dress

  1. Oh my word, It is beautiful! Can you imagine how well it would match my shoes????

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