On Wednesdays we wear pink

She found the dress when we were digging for treasures in a second hand clothing store.

The dress was this dainty one piece, soft pink like budding roses. It was laced up tightly at the front, but flared out smoothly from the waist down. Not the kind of dress you’d normally find in fashion outlets. But this wasn’t your conventional clothing store, and she wasn’t your basic bitch.

She just had to get it, i voiced out my assurance the minute she showed it to me, all the while holding the dress up and doing a little twirl. She, on the hand, wasn’t so sure. There was a stain at the back, she pointed out, and it was too expensive for a second hand item. Besides, there weren’t many occasions where she would get to wear it. But it would be perfect for her date that night! I protested and tugged I playfully at the laced up ribbon. Some lucky dude would love to unwrap this present later. Apparently that was not persuasive enough a reason, as she quickly shoved the dress back on its rack and continued her hunt on another floor.

As much as she would have liked to appear indifferent to her decision, her intentional placement of the dress at the far back gave her away. No one would go through the trouble of hiding it behind numerous other pieces of clothing unless they were afraid that someone else would discover and snatch the dress the minute they turned their back. And thats how you know she really liked the dress. All she needed was a little nudge, so I kept egging her on. It didn’t take long before she finally caved and bought it.

She used to say that thrifting is like a game of chance. You need luck to find an item of clothing you like, and even more luck to find something that suits you. The way i see it, the dress was both. Her discovering the dress was like a fated meeting.

That night, she ended up wearing something else to meet her date.

The dress didn’t make its first stage appearance until a couple weeks later, when she wore it to a picnic date with me and another friend. And it was everything like i imagined. The dress gently hugged her figure, draping graciously from her hips and finally stopping at a provocative length above her knees. When she moved, the dress flowed effortlessly with her. It was perfect.

It was not just any dress. It was her dress.

Tldr; that one time when i convinced a friend to buy an expensive pink dress she only wore once so i ended up writing an essay just to justify myself :)