I was flying on an aeroplane the other day when my new pen splattered black in all over the front of my new dress. The pen was my favourite kind of pen- or was, until then – a Bic Z4 Roller. The real ink was what had made me love Z4 Rollers. It is thinner than the ink that comes out of a regular Bic Pen, which mean you barely have to touch the paper to get the pen to move across it. Z4s are like fountain pens, only without the messy qualities of a fountain pen. I loved the deeply.
I loved my new dress even more, though. It was from Banana Republic, and I had paid full price for it, which I never do. But the dress was worth it. It was casual and little dressy at the same time, sleeveless, with a scoop neckline, a tailored waist, and a slightly puffy skirt. It had flattering, thin, vertical blue and white strips, and the fabric was a blend of cotton and something human-made that nevertheless felt so soft and not fake and yet required no maintenance – no dry cleaning, no ironing. The dressing practically sprang itself out of the dryer and stood up on its own, wrinkle-free and ready to go. Also, it had my favourite feature in a dress, which is the side pockets. They were hidden pockets, sewn in the seam, which I like even more.
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After the explosion on the plane, I attacked the big wet splotches of in with water and a napkin; if anything, this seemed to set the stains! As soon as we landed, I ran to an airport store and bought one of those little travel packets of disposable cloths soaked in stain remover and tried scrubbing the splotches again. I knew this would be futile, and it was. I went to my hotel, changed my clothes, and put the ruined dress into my suitcase. I couldn’t bear to throw it away, maybe someone would invent a magical ink stain remover in the week and I’d have thrown out the dress for nothing.
Sometimes, when something bad happens to me, I play a little game. The object is to ask yourself whether the bad thing that just happened has silver lining whatsoever. It’s corny but comforting; if you try it, you’ll be surprised. There’s some good thing, even if it’s tiny, even if you have to strain for it, in almost every misfortune. I never thought I ‘d day it, but I can even see the upside if my having had cancer. It took me along time to feel that way, and I won’t get into it here, but if you don’t die – a big caveat. I know – there is one. I sweat. I have thought and thought about my ruined dress and what the upside could be, and I just can’t think of one.
I put this question to a friend, and she said that ruined dress was one of those lessons about the impermanence of things, about non-attachment. About how everything changes and how life is about letting go.
I considered this. And then I thought, I already know that. Doesn’t everyone over 40, know it? Haven’t we all lost a of things? In fact, not to sound too dreary, but doesn’t sometimes seem as if life is just one big leave-talking after another- from your children from weather that make sense, from people we love who far way or die too young?
So much loss! A new dress isn’t a show of attachment to material objects (Ok, maybe a little). I knew the dress would start looking shabby one day, Buy buying a new dress is an act of hope, show of spirit in the face of unreliable universe.
At least that’s way what my new dress was. It had been a trying year. And now my emblem of hope had these big black splotches all over it!
But you know what? Here’s what I’m attached to. Possibility. Pleasure. They are less lofty than hope, less credulous, less faith based, but they’re also more accessible.
I went to the flea market yesterday, and I found a pretty little platter. It’s practically ordering me to roast a chicken, invite a couple of friends over, and serve peach cobbler for dessert. Someone, probably me, could drop and break the platter during the evening – it’s unlikely but possible, like the ink exploding from my pen, but was that a reason not to buy it?
My dress and I – we were great while we lasted. Never mind, that’s the way some love affairs go.
Excerpted from Would Everybody Please Stop? Reflections on Life And Other Bad Ideas. 2017 By Jenny Allen. Published by Sarah Crichton Books, An imprint if Farrar, Straus and Giroux.