Chapter 5: Dior Therapy

Before I had my happy life with my husband, I had a considerably less happy life with a different husband. I certainly don't harbor any ill will toward him, but it really was best that we went our separate ways and let the nine years we spent together simply belong to the ages.

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We moved to San Francisco when we first married and had a great Victorian flat in Noe Valley. One day, I happened upon the loveliest vintage Dior nightgown in what I thought of at the time as dusty rose but turns out is Millennial pink. Every time I wore that floor-length dream gown, he made a sour face at it and said it was a very odd thing to wear, which was really quite a disappointment to me because when I put it on I felt like a princess.

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Eventually, he expressed his dislike for the gown so many times that I sighed and put it in the giveaway pile.  And then I gave one of my all-time favorite vintage pieces away.

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Fast forward to a different vintage shop in a different part of San Francisco during a different marriage where I happened upon this elegant Dior robe.  It was love at first sight, and also, really one of the most therapeutic purchases I've ever made. Not only is it a timeless and stunning piece that I can style in retro as well as contemporary ways, but I feel like a princess again when I wear it. And this time, I've got a husband who smiles and says I look beautiful in whatever makes me happy.