“Honestly, it was a totally batshit idea, even for me” She said. So there’s this dress. I found it at the Goodwill up the street. With a green so deep it felt like looking into a forest after rain ,but still cute, muted, with a big white heart. It just spoke to me. I couldn’t shake the damn thing. So, yeah, I did it. Found this tattoo artist, real intense boy, and I simply said, “Put this dress on my the top of my foot.” He looked at me like he wanted a second date, but he did it. It took him half-an-hour, one quick outline, tracing every curve. Now, it’s there, this now colorless dress, moving with me, like a second skin. Sometimes it’s visible, yeah, but who cares? It’s my dress, and it ain’t going anywhere.