The daydream about the artist’s loft

Sculpted Dress with Keyhole in Back from Secret Lentil

I’d wear this to my urban artist’s loft in New York.  The sky outside would be cloudy, my coffee would be strong (poured with whisky, please), and I’d paint massive, elaborate, abstract murals.

The daydream about the funeral

Red Dress from Chara Girl

On the day a beloved uncle was buried, I’d arrive at his funeral wearing this dress and holding a bouquet of balloons.  By the time the service was midway through, I’d be leading the mourners in cheerful rounds and teaching them choreography to celebrate his life.

The daydream about the lunch out with the girls

I’d wear this out to lunch with my girlfriends, and, flatteringly, the waiter would flirt with me instead of with them.

The daydream about the small town Main Street

Handmade summer-dress made of cotton from Canvasco.

I’d wear this on a sultry July late-afternoon in small town Iowa.  Me, my ice cream cone, and I would end up with sun-burned shoulders as we strolled down a burning hot Main Street sidewalk and stood for minutes at a time in front of store windows.   At the town square, I’d lose, gracefully, a round of cakewalk and then I’d dance to an enthusiastic Beatles cover band.  The assistant librarian/lemonade stand vendor would give me a glass of lemonade with plenty of ice.

The daydream about the waterfall

La Femme 10 by jans_boutique

I’d emerge from the cave behind the waterfall wearing this dress.  My hair would be dripping wet and the dress would be plastered to my body.  I’d come across, unexpectedly, some backpackers traveling the territory, and we’d watch each other cautiously,  like hunted animals.

The daydream about the library

Red dress from sweetladylay

I’d wear this dress to the library.  Me, my red dress, my brown leather boots and I would read mystery stories.  It’d be a cuddlesome event, brushed with sticky cobwebs and the caresses of brittle paper.  After, I’d drink fragrant tea at a bistro, warming my hands on the porcelain of the cup and retracing clues in my head.

The daydream about the market

I’d wear this dress to an outdoor market in the old world. I’d wear my hair in a chignon and smell dusty, ripe tomatoes. A dark-haired man with nicotine-stained fingers would gaze at me over his coffee. By midnight we’d be dancing to the music of one saxophone under a streetlamp and in the fog.

Gorgeous light violet vintage slip dress by CAMEO from SallyJenn

The daydream about the daughter

Vintage blue dress with flutter sleeves from Jenness87

I’d walk into the orphanage wearing this dress.  The walls would be bare and institutional white.  The floors would be hardwood and shining; rows of cots would line each wall and there, sitting on her bed and besmudged with marker ink, there would be my new daughter.  My ten year old lovely one, the one with her hair in two braids, she’d smile at me, recognizing instantly that I would be beautiful and kind, and that afternoon we’d go boating on the lake behind my house.