I was determined not to splash out on dresses for our three formal nights onboard, so I pulled out some oldies for the travel suitcase. Things that I don’t get to wear any more in retirement life.
As I slipped on this dress tonight I spyed the laundry tag still pinned inside. June 2009. So my forensics reveals that the last time I wore it was to a wedding in Boston in June that year, had in dry cleaned on return, and there it has hung patiently waiting in my wardrobe, just hoping that I would have one last chance to wear a rainbow pink silk number again. And did.
Tonight was it’s night and it served me well.
The ship’s cook served me well too.
As did the sunset.
I could get quit used to this.
A la perchoine. Mary x.
