I wrote this post the day after BlogHer ended, and it has been sitting in my drafts since. I didn’t make it to BlogHer this year and was pretty sad about missing it until I attended a local HomeHer party for all of those who couldn’t make the conference.
I go to many local blogging events each year, but this particular one was different, and I was grateful that I was there instead of at BlogHer this year.
I was pouring myself my first plastic cup of Coke when I heard cheering from the other room.
Surrounded by women in jean shorts and sandals stood a woman in a fancy red dress.
“It’s the Bloggess’ red dress,” I heard.
I figured there must be a story behind the red dress, but it wasn’t until much later in the evening that I heard its history and its significance.
Every 5 to 10 minutes for the rest of the night, a different woman would walk down the stairs in the Bloggess’ red dress. Smiling. Stunning. Glowing.
Everyone looked different. There were short women, tall women, blonde, brunette, thin, well-endowed, dark skinned, light.
Finally, it was my turn. I followed Amy up the stairs and was right behind her as she took the red dress off. I stepped into the dress and Kristen fastened the corset back.
In less than a minute, I was ready for my debut. I walked down the stairs and the room cheered.
I felt beautiful. But I realized with a jolt as my picture was being taken that I had no idea what I looked like at that moment.
Photo by MammaLoves
The magic of the Bloggess’ traveling red dress was the way it made each woman feel.
Later that night, after the dress had been put away, I was sitting next to Susan. She told me the story of the dress and how it had come to be at our party.
The red dress’ history started with this post from the Bloggess. The dress has been shared with many women of various sizes, shapes, ages, and backgrounds, including a trip to BlogHer last year.
Recently, Susan, who has been battling breast cancer, tweeted about the constant pain she has been in.
The Bloggess noticed the tweets, and a few days later the red dress showed up on Susan’s door step.
She knew she had to share it.
And so it was that the Bloggess’ red dress ended up at a HomeHer party in Maryland.
I’m glad I ended up there, too.
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