Considering Red Dresses

Yesterday, The Bloggess wrote a post that made my day.  She wrote of a red dress, an exquisite ball gown, that she longed for but denied herself for its all of its impracticality and frivolity.  And she writes:

I want, just once, to wear a bright red, strapless ball gown with no apologies.  I want to be shocking, and vivid and wear a dress as intensely amazing as the person I so want to be.  And the more I thought about it the more I realized how often we deny ourselves that red dress and all the other capricious, ridiculous, overindulgent and silly things that we desperately want but never let ourselves have because they are simply “not sensible”.  Things like flying lessons, and ballet shoes, and breaking into spontaneous song, and building a train set, and crawling onto the roof just to see the stars better.  Things like cartwheels and learning how to box and painting encouraging words on your body to remind yourself that you’re worth it.

And she challenges readers to “ Find your red dress.  And wear the hell out of it.”

Now, for the most part, I have an inherent appreciation for all things goofy in life.  And, to be honest, if an indulgence is small enough, I could probably find the logic to justify it.  But it is not lost on me, and I’m sure it has occurred to many a busy parent, that sometimes there is no time, or resources, or energy remaining to do any kind of self focus or self indulgence.  And sometimes the squelching of frivolity becomes so matter of course that we can no longer figure out what our “red dress” is.

So, this week I’m going to give that some thought.  What is my red dress?  And tell me, if you will, what would make your spirts soar, regardless of its practicality?

This exercise, in combination with the skill examination that updating my resume entails, may be a bit more introspection than any one individual can handle… so if you see someone roaming the streets of Charlottetown in a kick-butt ballgown with a superhero cape and Ipad tucked under her arm, please do not call the authorities (and please do not wake me up).  It is but Sock Girl, trying on some soul-fuelling attire, and wearing the hell out of it.


3 Responses to “Considering Red Dresses”

  1. 1 Jenny, Bloggess May 26, 2010 at 1:55 pm

    Love it. Love it. Love it.

  2. 2 Robin May 26, 2010 at 2:15 pm

    Wow. I think this is something I’ll be pondering for a while.

    I like the idea of “soul-fueling attire.” I could use some of that.

  3. 3 Behindtheat June 11, 2010 at 6:52 pm

    A red dress would be awesome, a cape even better, but at this point I’d settle for an uninterupted night of sleep followed up by an afternoon nap.

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