You know I do not say that lightly. But this is it. The perfect dress. For me, anyway. It was another item I waited for a fantastic sale price on. I bought it in the spring. It nips in at the waist and then flows out into an old-fashioned dream. It is the palest of pinks which makes it more interesting than another white dress. I even purchased one for my daughter, because she loved it so much.
I knew I wanted to take pictures of this Free People Heart Dress (sold out, but similar dress in pink here) in front of an old building. I had the perfect spot in our town. It was an old building with a giant head of an 1800s woman in a flowered hat. Well, we went there the other day and guess what? The new owners painted over it! What a travesty!
When I was at my dad’s house, I knew I wanted to take the opportunity to style this dress in front of Rusty’s house.
Who is Rusty? You ask.
That is a long and short story.
Let’s go with the short version.
When my mom and dad moved into our home, they rented the property from her family. They later purchased it. Rusty kind of came with the deal.
Rusty was not related to the family. He squatted in a ramshackle old house next door to our own that was also on the property. In fact, this house is pictured in the B-movie, “Skeeters.” But that is a story for another day.
Rusty was a hobo.
For real. Although, I realize that is not a politically correct term. It is what I knew him as and I will not change it. It is meant with no offense, because Rusty rode on railroad cars and was a transient, which is how that term came about. He was the real deal and I loved him. He came and went as he pleased. The house is still full of the remains of his travels.
One day I will share with you my memories of Rusty. He died when I was almost four. But I still have fond flashes of moments with him in my mind. I called him, “Uncle Rusty.” And he was a harmless sweet man who happened to bunk on our property. I had an interesting but wonderful childhood.
I think Uncle Rusty would have liked this dress. Although, it wouldn’t have been practical.
I could never catch a train in this.
Maybe it isn’t so perfect after all.
Nah. That’s silly. I’ll just take a bus.
Did you have any interesting characters in your childhood? What is your perfect dress?
