"What do you want to do?" my husband asked me while we were in the car. I didn't even have to think about it, I told him, I wanted to dance. I want to dance on a sandy beach, in a formal red dress, with my hair cascading down my back, make-up just so, barefoot, to the sound of the ocean.
Some day he said, and then we will donate the dress to the Traveling Red Dress project started by The Bloggess, after a cleaning because I am sure sandy beaches require cleaning on floor length red dresses.
So I ask all of you reading this, what do you want to do?