finding the right dress

i needed a perfect fit. none did. eventually, one after the other, each dress was thrown out, flung with abandon and left to litter the floor, their seams and pretty chiffon looking morose and lonely. there's always that one dress that hides behind a whole rack of dishevelled, less qualified, slightly dingier rags that get picked up anyway.

i couldn't find it. the perfect dress.

but of course i had to find something else totally unexpected.

wish i could tear that dress in half, wish i'd never met it, wish i'd took a scissors and ran through it with unhesitating fingers.