This summer, I've been cleaning out my closet and getting rid of clothes that I haven't worn in a while. It was during this summer cleaning when I stumbled upon many sentimental pieces full of fond memories. This white eyelet dress, in particular, was one of the first quality dresses that my mom bought me. She gifted it to me on my 16th birthday; and it spurred on even sweeter memories when I zipped it up and found that I could still fit into it. Somehow, it's dainty structure had seemed to smile up at me through the folds of newer clothes and plastic hangers, and I couldn't bear to find a reason to get rid of it. Perhaps it was out of guilt, (or maybe a way to make myself feel better about keeping it) but I promised myself that within the week, I would wear it. I figured there was no better way to reintroduce this dress than in an all-white ensemble. White has always been the color that represents cleansing and purity. White is eternally youthful, white is fresh and renewing, and white always seems new even when it may be worn. Worn is much more than lived-in and more like loved-in. I slipped the straps over my shoulders and I felt like a youthful, innocent sweet 16 all over again.
I'm not quite sure if I revitalized this dress or if this dress revitalized me.