This dress; I picked it up on my last trip back to Australia. After China and before Mexico (the first time). I was running errands in the city with my Mum; doctors appointments, eating sushi, buying a few things. I wasn’t meant to buy clothes because I had enough, but for some reason my Mum likes me to buy things, so when we saw this dress for $7 (bargain) she was like, “Oh it’s so Mexican!” trying to entice me to buy it.
I thought it looked Mexican too, even though I hadn’t been there yet. I loved the colour, as well as the price, so I bought it.
This dress; it’s the only thing I own that resembles ‘dressing up’, so despite the fact that it’s really a casual sundress, it’s become my special occasion dress, as well as my ‘I’m in a yellow town’ dress.
I was just thinking today how I’ve worn it to a wedding and two funerals since I bought it.
Today I attended the memorial of a dear friend’s partner, who, after surviving a terrible motor accident, spent several years in a nursing home in the states before coming to Playa del Carmen to live out his final days. He escaped on a day pass, got on a plane with the help of his family, and made it here in time to see the Caribbean before he passed on in her arms.
It was a touching and inspiring service in celebration of love, life and forgiveness.
I didn’t meet him as I was busy with Tyrhone’s sister’s visit, then away in Vegas when he passed away, but my friend asked me to take photos at the memorial today so I was glad to be able to help in some way.
Thankfully, I had my dress cleaned from the last time I wore it, at the memorial of my nephew.
“I like your dress,” people had said that day, and I was amazed my little $7 number was holding up, thankful that at least I had something suitable to wear. It’s weird the things you think about on heart-wrenching days; how having something to wear still matters even though it shouldn’t.
This evening, I’m still in the dress, editing the photos from today, and I just noticed a little hole forming in the bodice. That’s when I realised, it’s been more than just a sundress, it’s been the dress I’ve worn for celebrations, tragedies, or just a trip to the store, and how this poor el cheapo dress and I had no idea what we would be in for together when me met.
I wore it to witness our neighbours’ wedding, to say goodbye to my nephew and to support my friend as she bid farewell to the love of her life.
I never imagined the depth of the experiences, good and bad, I would have on this journey.
Things I never thought I’d be doing on an ‘indefinite travel adventure’ but which I have done, because life, and travel is like that. You just never know how things are going to turn out.