A Beautiful Mess

Fourteenth: Yellow Dress

Fourteenth: Yellow Dress

I decided to add décor in my room with the different types of sea shells that I had collected.  I got all the shells out of the box because I was tired seeing them just sitting there feeling useless. 

       So I figured all sorts of ways on how to decorate them.  I tried to frame all the flat shells that I got and hanged them on my wall.  I even tried to place the bulky ones in a glassy plate and rested the tiny shells with it which actually looked pretty good on my desk.

       I moved back to see if it made a difference.  I smiled thinking how clever I was.  Right beside the shells was a picture of me and my family in formal attire with my grandparents.  I remembered that day when my grandparents celebrated their fiftieth golden anniversary.  The theme was golden sapphire.  It was a beautiful garden anniversary.  The red roses that were scattered on the grass added spice to the whole thing.  Music from the 60s played in the background and tall lamps were lightened until the evening.  I remember mom baked their anniversary cake.  It was elegant as my dress, just when it stroke me.  I forgot all about the Summer dance and I still didn’t have anything to wear.

       I checked the calendar and it was less than two weeks away.  I opened my wardrobe and wasn’t surprised at all that I didn’t have any dresses.  Only shirts folded and jeans hanged.  I admit that I don’t have much taste on clothes that are in or not.  I am not a fashion conscious, I tell you.  But I’m definitely not like Farrah either.  I just wear what I want to and it mostly depends on what mood I felt.  When I’m angry I would wear dark colors and wear dozens of handmade bracelets that I bought from a boutique.  Otherwise, I would wear bright colors when I felt like I’m the luckiest girl in the world.  But normally, I didn’t care too much about clothes.  That’s how lame I am.  By lame I mean, cool.

       I wondered if I could buy a dress, just a simple one for the dance since I have earned enough money from the café.  There are a lot of good shops far from here and the only thing that I need was someone to drive me there because dad is in some kind of appointment and obviously mom is working at the Café.  It’s just hard to accept that I didn’t have my driver’s license yet.  Luckily, Andrew was just next door.

       “Andrew?” It took so long for him to open it.

       “What?” he asked.

       “Can you drive me to the shops?”

       He froze and thought about it for a minute.

       “It’s not like a big deal or anything. I just need a ride.  Come on, I didn’t get anything for not telling dad what you and Ethan did.” 

       “Alright.” He sighed.

       I found a yellow pastel dress that was above the knee and it was kind of pretty and very light to wear.  It had some sparkling glitters on the lace at the end of the dress and it swayed every time I turned around.  I thought it was fancy enough and the color matches the theme too. 

       I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like with Ethan..