As a woman, many of you may know, it is a rare day that I am given the glory of usable pockets in clothes. Honestly, the front pockets on women’s jeans are there for fashion not function, it’s nearly a joke. And a dress with pockets is as rare as a snowflake in hell. To be frank, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was an entire fetish site devoted to dresses with pockets for women ( I haven’t verified that, so feel free to disagree).
So, with this being said, you can imagine my surprise when I came across a perfectly fitting, semi-formal, strap-less dress in a random Goodwill in the boonies. Needless to say I was smitten. It’s a soft, barely pinstripe, lovely gray thing hitting in just the right place above my knee. The perfect sort of dress to wear to a banquet or wedding. I’m actually crossing my fingers someone gets engaged soon. If my magic finger-crossing voo-doo gets you a ring on your finger, you had best invite me. I can giveth and taketh away, my dears.
Now, as if that wasn’t enough to gush over, I have one more thing. Normally, I wouldn’t do this. I’d keep this tidbit to myself. I’d hoard it like a cat with one of those singular feather earrings, thinking what a grand present was brought home just for me. But, here it goes: when I told my boyfriend about this dress, knowing all the while he could never truly appreciate the glory of a dress with pockets, but sharing anyways, he said back to me:
“That’s cute, but you know you don’t need pockets… I’m your boyfriend, I’ve got all the pockets you need. :)”
I was a bit shocked at first. It was abrasively sweet. I felt like a lonely book in a Paperback exchange that finally found its’ forever home in some posh cozy book nook on the lower East side. I felt like a Taylor Swift song. He was nine hundred miles away but I felt totally embraced. The message was teetering on overly sentimental. Still, it felt so good, not unlike that tiny rush of adrenaline in the isle of a shop when you run across a dress with pockets.