The Dress I’ll Never Get Rid Of

I’m a sentimental mush when it comes to this dress.

It was one of those items that I bought before I moved to New York that represented who I wanted to be here.

Bold, but unfussy. Easygoing, but sophisticated. I apparently had high goals for myself and this dress.

The first time I wore it was to the Veuve Cliquot Polo Classic. We had lived in New York for just over a year and had survived living in a studio apartment, constant work travel, and the challenging adjustment period that comes with the first year of marriage. My husband had also ceded all date planning responsibilities to me, hence our attending the event.

I had yet to wear this ‘New York dress’, but I threw it on (along with a ton of jewelry) and off we went. And it was a brilliant day.

The next time I wore this dress was equally memorable. It was my 30th birthday party, and we had just returned from our Scandinavian trip. I pulled my hair back into a low bun, threw on the dress and heels, and drank entirely too much champagne while hanging out with some of my dearest friends.

I didn’t know it at the time, but I was pregnant with Rho. And yes, I was panicked when I considered how much I had “celebrated” that entire weekend.

Even though the dress is a little snug on me (hence the trench), I still reach for it when I want to feel like the woman I want to be. For a dinner in LA celebrating my book, it the perfect thing to wear.

Bold, but unfussy. Easygoing, but sophisticated.

Just like the woman I’m still striving to be.