silk polka dot shirt: vintage
silk slub maxi dress, tied in a knot: T by Alexander Wang
The shirt was one of my stepdad's favorites. He hasn't worn it in decades, not much since his party-hearty days. I wore it to cheer him up, which it did, and because it's awesome :)
I bought that necklace 4 years ago at the Parco Nagoya Hanjiro, an enormous thrift shop with several locations throughout Japan. The plain side was facing out when I approached it on the jewelry stand. What a surprise it was to find the Our Father on the other side! In perfect english, in Japan.
It was the perfect accessory for today, not just for him but for me as well. His cardiac catheterization is on Monday, his heart valve replacement on Tuesday. If that's not enough, my patience with two incredibly catty stepsisters is wearing thin. I'm trying to forgive their trespasses as He forgives ours but.. let me tell you, it's really difficult. Forget sarcasm or dry humor- I learned the hard way that it is the quickest way to get screamed and cursed at. And you can't tell them when they're treating you like crap, not even in a polite or calm manner. They'll rip your head apart for that too, call you selfish, and continue to treat you poorly for daring to bring it to their attention. Imagine spending hours a day for a week with people like this. Did I mention that they are in their early 40s and haven't seen me since I was in elementary school?
One of them in particular has something against fashion/style. At least once a day, I have the immense pleasure of hearing about how unimportant it is for her to wash her hair or change her clothes. She "compliments" people on their style of dress only to say mean things when they leave the room. She pulled that on me yesterday- I guess forgetting that she has done it in my presence. Apparently looking good means you are not devoted to Fred's swift recovery. It takes little to no time/effort for me at least, and Fred really seems to like it. If you were sick, wouldn't you rather be around people who are pleasing to the senses? My response to her "compliment" indicated that I knew exactly what she was doing, because she did not say anything today.
I apologize for the sort-of rant, but I really enjoyed wearing this outfit and Fred got a kick out of seeing me in his shirt. The point is for Fred's time in the hospital to be as calm and happy as possible and I'm glad if I could help in any way. Just stinks that she felt the need to rain on our parade, and that I leave every day with a tightness in my chest that takes hours to go away.