When I was a child, I wanted to be an actress. I doodled my Academy Award acceptance speech, I wrote and starred in plays, I took “Acting for Film and Television” and asked Santa for an agent. Obviously, it was not destined to be, but I never lost the rush found in slipping on a costume and transforming into someone new.
We had an elegant San Francisco wedding to attend this past weekend, and since we’re getting a little older and wedding invites are coming less and less often, I found myself without a dress. I tried to shop for something amazing a few months ago, but I just can’t justify spending the money it would take to get something beautiful and well-made without at least a few upcoming events. Since this appears to be it for a while, I decided to rent a dress through Rent the Runway. I’ve never used the site before, but the concept is genius: choose a dress, get a free backup size, wear it, and drop it in the mail to return. So simple! The dress above is the one I ordered, a simply cut, pretty beaded Badgley Mishka cocktail dress. It was delivered Thursday night, I tried it on and threw it in my suitcase and that was it.
The most exciting part of the choosing process was deciding on a persona. With so many dresses to pick from, I found myself wondering: did I feel like something red, lacy and sexy? Or something edgy and fashion-forward? Did I want to bare my legs or my back or nothing at all? Did I want something for women in my age range or a decade younger? (You can sort by body type or age!) When you know it’s a dress you’ll never wear again, it’s even more tempting to go a little out there, to try something you never have to worry about wearing again or mixing with other items in your closet.
There’s a disconnect sometimes between how I dress in my day-to-day life and how I see myself in my fantasies. The real me rocks Hasbeens, comfy dresses and grandpa sweaters while ringing up children’s books for grandparents, while the fantasy me rules a boardroom and runs very important meetings in skintight pencil skirts and towering stiletto pumps. But for one night I got to feel a little bit more like that dream me, a little bit sexier and more powerful. And it was awesome.
(It’s totally normal to take a “selfie” in a hotel bathroom, right?! I’m just noticing how ugly my phone case is and how you can see that I keep library security numbers pasted to the back!)
*This is not a sponsored post! I just loved the whole Rent the Runway experience and would do it again in a heartbeat.