I had this dream, which was truly truly a DREAM by all things fashion. In this dream, there was a hidden store just around the corner from my house. Nobody really knew it was there, nobody really cared it was there. One day, I was the one who cared. Walking into this store, I almost fainted. It was a disgusting little farm looking thing from the outside, but on the inside, it was an enormous, luxurious, store, which actually kind of looked like someone's mansion. Everything was upholstered with amazingly rich colored fabrics, which I'm sure were from like, India or something, they were so bright. The light fixtures looked so modern, I had to question if I was in a time warp. The floors were shiny and wooden, and the tables and cubbyholes in the walls that the clothes was oh so neatly hung and folded on, had such intricate architecture put into it, that it just had to be stolen from Queen Elizabeth's flat.
The clothes in this place? Vera Wang dresses, Gucci labels, Emilio Pucci prints screaming out off the hangers. This place was PARADISE! Every amazing fashion designer had clothes here. I remember in my dream being surrounded in this, but being so so SO picky about what I was draping over my arm to try on. I was looking at every zipper pull, every thread, I was feeling every fabric, looking at every color closely. I must have looked like I was dusting for fingerprints, the way I inspected this stuff.
Walking around this "store", which I couldn't help but be ecstatic over the fact that it was such a huge secret, I found something I LOVED - A strapless, silk tiered dress with kind of see through layers, the short version of an incredible Vera Wang wedding dress, that only $12,000 in the bank can buy. Knowing well enough that I would never be able to afford it, I just stared at it, probably drooling a little. "I still have to try it on." I thought to myself. I flipped the price tag over, just out of curiosity. $27!!!!! I stared at the tag, looking for the three zeros tacked onto the end. Not there. $27 for a Vera Wang party dress? There's no way. That's like buying a Bentley for one hundred bucks.
I walk over to this guy, who must be the owner. His accent is so thick, I actually have no idea what he's saying. "Excuse me, but is this price correct?" I ask in a small voice. "Of course." he says. "These are knock-offs." I had to grab onto fixture of purple leather crop jackets next to me. Knockoffs? There was just NO WAY these were knock offs. I've been in this store for two hours already inspecting threads and everything was perfect. Either this guy has one incredible sweatshop tucked away in Tanzania, or he's seriously mistaken as to what a knockoff actually is.
Suddenly, the stack of dresses draped over my arm was getting bigger and heavier. The red Gucci party dress I almost fell over after laying eyes on, was $35. I grabbed that too. I was ready to put these babies on. I can already feel my body tingling!
The owner took my dresses from my now red arm, from holding 12 pounds of fabric, and opened one of the dressing room doors. "No way", I couldn't help but say out loud. I can not explain what the inside of these dressing rooms looked like, but imagine going to, I don't know, Tahiti on a romantic get away with the one you love. You pay $10,000 per night for a room. It actually looks like a large apartment, with palm trees, chandeliers made of crystal, huge wicker lounging beds, a hot tubs, every single thing you can think of that would make your dreams come true, were in this FITTING ROOM. "It will be hanging right in here." he says . "Ok", I barely was able to get out of my mouth, just staring. "I wonder if I have to actually ever leave this place." I thought to myself, totally forgetting that I live 30 foot steps away.
Truly heaven. I can only hope to visit this place in my dreams again sometime soon.
I'm pretty sure I've figured out the meaning to this dream. Don't judge things from first impressions. You've gotta dig a little deeper to find the meaning of something, or get to know someone, before you just throw it to the side, assuming your judgments. The store itsself, nobody cared about, it was just, there, and inside it held my absolute dream clothing. The dressing rooms, I expected to be not very roomy at all, maybe even a little gross, and it was like a mini get away in an exotic island. The prices of the dresses, I expected to be able to put a down payment on a house with, instead they were pocket change. Don't assume. Dig a little deeper.
So that's what I'll do today. I'll dig a little deeper into things that come my way. I'm also going to hit up every store that I never went into, because it looked like a dump. Who knows what treasures I'll find?
Dreams DO come true, you know....
