It’s currently 9:48am, Sunday, September 27th.
I’m currently sitting in church writing this. 😂
Today, I’m wearing a long, silky white bubu dress that has a slit in front and is snatched at the waist. This is my second time wearing this dress and it’s because I just decided not to wear it at all after the first time.
You’d probably think it’s because I don’t like the dress.
But it’s quite different…
It’s not just any dress. It’s the dress I wore for my mother’s burial a few months back.
And I genuinely do not know how I feel wearing it. 😂
When I wore it this morning, it brought back so many “memories.” I cried very briefly, then wiped my face and just continued preparing for church.
It was a little weird, honestly. Looking at myself in the mirror and realizing, “Oh. This is the same dress I wore that day.”
It’s funny how clothes can hold memories. You can forget about something for a while, and then you wear a particular dress, smell a particular perfume, hear a particular song, and suddenly you’re right back there again.
I don’t think I was necessarily sad because of the dress itself. I think it just reminded me of everything that came with that day.
But now that I think about it, it’s actually a really pretty dress. 😂 And I don’t want one particular memory to be the only thing attached to it forever.
So I’ll try my best to wear it more often.
Or not. 😂
Maybe one day I’ll wear it and not think about the burial at all. Maybe I’ll wear it to somewhere completely random, take pictures, eat good food and create a completely different memory in it.
Or maybe I’ll still avoid it for another six months. Who knows?
Anyways, I just realized I’m actually in church right now and I need to pay attention. 😭
I came here to worship and somehow I’m sitting down writing about my dress.
Btw, I have like three drafts sitting somewhere and I genuinely don’t know if I should post them or not. I keep writing things and then looking at them like, “Hmm… maybe the internet doesn’t need to know this.” 😂
But we’ll see.
For now, I should probably stop typing before I completely miss whatever is happening at the altar.
Byeeeeee.
My babyyyyyy 🤍
Strength!🤍
Post the drafts girlll.
Me i want to read ohh.
I'd love to hear about your mum if you're willing to share🫶🏿