My friend and I were talking a walk around the square, which is like a place with a bunch of little boutiques and shops in it. We passed an old antique store and I just had to go in. We were looking around at the dusty old things when I saw a little closet like room off to the side of the shop. I went in and saw a bunch of dresses. I dug around in the rack until I found one that caught my eye. I pulled the other dresses back so I could see it and I just stared. I had to have that dress. I felt a need to have it. From that point on, I thought about that dress a lot. I would go visit it a couple of times a week and just look at it hanging on the rack.
I called my Grandma and told her about the dress I liked so much. She ended up coming to town (where I live) a couple of weeks after I had told her about it, because she wanted to see what I was talking about. I showed her to the store and I took her straight to the room it was in. This time, instead of just pulling all of the dresses out of my way, I took it off of the rack so I could see it better. I hung it on in the front of the rack, took the dress in my hands and ran them down from the waist to about where the knees would be. I started to cry. I felt as if I had just seen a family member for the first time in years or something. The feeling was so amazing. My vision zeroed in on a particular tear in the fabric, the soft music in the shop faded to silence, and in my head or "mind's eye" as my Grandma calls it, for a few seconds I saw a beautiful girl with thick blond shoulder length hair. I couldn't really see her face, but I knew she was pretty. When the image was gone, the music came back and I felt as If was in reality again. I started to cry harder, holding the dress in my hands. I didn't want to let it go. For a moment I had forgotten about my Grandma for a second. She gently touched my arm and looked at me and asked if I needed time alone. I shook my head and slowly let go of the dress. I wiped my tears and looked at grandma and said "I love this dress". I had no idea what had happened. I felt so stupid for crying. My Grandma told me that in one way or another I was connected to the dress. I believe it, because the feeling I felt when I laid my hands on it was amazing.
I currently own the dress. It hangs in my closet most of the time. Sometimes I get it out and look at it, touch it. It's form the 1800's its dark gray with white lace around the color. I'm so glad I have it. When it was at the store, I kind of felt as if apart of me was missing.