So, I fought back. The same way many women would fight me later, when I turned stylist for them. Back then my stylist said I am free to wear whatever I choose. But since I came to seek her opinion, there it was.
Humbled I went back and started going through my clothes. In the far corner of my closet I’ve found the bodycon jersey midi dress in that exact hue of the antique, faded rose. I’ve owned it for 14 years and it has a story behind it.
The dress was a gift. I never saw the person who gave it to me. She was the reader of my salsa blog I kept in 2003-2004. I lived in Los Angeles at the time and she lived in Moscow. Hard to imagine now, but it was still the time before digital, and it took a scanner to share a picture. We never shared one and had no idea what we looked like. But we turned online friends still, and one day she sent me this dress…
She picked it intuitively. Something in my writing style made her think this was the dress for me and she turned out right. Later we entered some controversy, because she used my motto for her own profile elsewhere in social networks. I discovered it by chance and took offense. I got territorial about my creative ideas. We never reconciled and lost touch with each other. I put the dress away and did not wear it much. As I looked at it through the stylist eye I realized this is probably one of the best items in my closet.
I sometimes get a question from my readers, how to look good with little or zero makeup? The answer is: wear your colors. Wear your red. I could pull it off in Signal Red if I wanted to, but with my skin tone and hair it took me heavy makeup and a hairdo and what not. On the contrary, this demure hue of the antique rose made me beautiful as is: with little or no makeup and minimal hairdo.
The dress carries so many emotions. It symbolizes the first validation of my writing and that I was doing something meaningful. it means so much for me. Thank you, Lena.
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