I’ve worn this dress for the last three days. It used to be two before stuff made it to the washing basket. However, as I wear scrubs to work now I’d argue that I don’t wash my own clothes so frequently. They’re only worn before and after work in the week and it’s not as if I do a lot once I’m home. Since no-one has complained that I’m beginning to niff a bit I’ll carry on with this newly acquired habit that seems quite eco-friendly. It’s probably better for the fabric and the environment as I use less water, electricity and detergent.
Unlike much of my wardrobe which spends some of the year boxed up under the bed, this dress is an all year rounder This picture was taken during colder months. I’ve just noticed that my boots could have done with a good clean before my hastily contrived photoshoot. They complete the slattern image that I’ve already painted of myself by revealing my slackening laundry habits.
God’s dress was made by the Cornish company, Seasalt. I bought it a few years ago when I was at Dart Fest, a lovely local little gathering. It was at a time in my life when money was a bit tight so I didn’t often buy new clothes. Even now Ebay and the charity shops are still my go-to places when I want to update my wardrobe but they’re used more out of choice than necessity these days. Back then a brand spanking new piece of clothing was a very rare beast indeed.
The only time that I really go into proper clothes shops is when I’m out and about with friends. Browsing among the chi-chi boutiques in Dartmouth was something that we were doing between bouts of listening to bands and drinking prosecco. It was a proper girlie weekend. This retro beauty caught my eye at the back of the shop. It was a style that I adored and that fabric! It’s bright and colourful and has a weave just like a ’50s curtain. I tried it on, came out of the changing room and, I kid you not, complete strangers gasped. But it was seventy quid, way more than my usual spend. Normally a new to me frock costed no more than a tenner!
But I had a distinct sense that I should have it. It’s not something that happens all the time so I went with that gut feeling. ‘God told me to buy this’ I told the lady at the till, to the embarrassment of Red Mel, my staunchly atheist companion. The assistant was unfazed by the burst of religiosity. ‘That’s what I’ll tell my husband next time too’ she said.
It’s been a good investment. Five years on it’s as good as new. I still like to think of it as God’s dress. Perhaps it has supernatural everlasting powers!