10 Jul 2008

lucky dress

So today feels like a good day to finally start this blog. It's beautiful, I got to eat lunch outdoors and I'm wearing one of my favorite vintage dresses. It has this amazing blue flocking and rows of different patterns, everything from phoenix to rick-rack. Plus, I got the dress years ago from a dear childhood friend. It had been her mother's. I can only imagine the fun times Sue had in this dress. AND as if I needed further confirmation, apparently this dress is also "lucky" and may just have "saved my soul."

Here's the story:

While I was waiting for the Metro train on my way downtown, a woman approached me, speaking in tongues. She was smiling, seemed friendly enough, but I could not make out what she was saying. I tried not to be noticed. Then she looked more directly at me to tell me, "That is a lucky dress you are wearing."

I looked down at the pattern and picked at the fabric near the row of elephants and nodded.

"You know now I speak English because God wants me to."
I nodded again, slowly, only because I didn't know what else to do.
"What is your name?"

She looked at me for a second, "How do you spell that?"
"E....I..., Huh."

She seemed stumped. I guess my name wasn't as lucky as my dress. She began to speak in tongues again, loudly but with a pleasant, throaty voice.
"Jesus blesses you," she told me.
"Why, thank you."