Once I was the new dress, swirls of dark blue on pure white cotton, crisp and suited for summer soirées.
The favorite, I found delight in being washed by hand and then pinned to the clothesline to dry under the warm sun.
I drew compliments from strangers and friends, alike, and I relaxed in the pleasure of being worn, washed, and dried,
Until the day my colors faded and the white no longer looked sharp. I was assessed and found wanting before being
Packed away and relegated to a cardboard box marked for donation. My hopes now lie in resurrection from a thrift bin.