BEING ALIVE IS THE SPECIAL OCCASION

There’s a beautiful lilac dress hanging in my wardrobe, rectangular label still dangling from the translucent dangly thing, never worn.
It’s been there for years. In fact, it has known many wardrobes, this dress. It has folded its lilac limbs, like a Vienetta, into cardboard corners during the move, then unfurled them again into a new home, like a tulip in springtime.

I’m saving it for a special occasion, the mythical ‘right moment’. Although, I don’t honestly know exactly what that means. Maybe I’m waiting for some celestial sign to scream NOW, NOW, NOW, or for a Vegas-esque neon arrow to appear in my bedroom, pointing and flashing at the wardrobe, DO IT, DO IT, DO IT and only then will I allow myself to wear it out the house.