The Purple Caftan

Fashion can be transformative. Slip into a designer gown, and you may instantly feel glamorous, carry yourself differently, straighten your spine, walk with care and grace.

That vintage leather bomber jacket may make you feel confident, tough, a little badass.

That black lace bustier can cause you to feel sexy, provocative, possibly naughty.

For as long as I can remember, I have been a social chameleon. My skill has never been hiding or going unnoticed. I’m far too loud for that. But I’ve always been good at adapting my look and my behavior to “fit in” with many different groups. I’ve been a suburban PTA mom, a rabid sports fan, a formally attired performer, a FetLife kinky karaoke star, a cosplaying gamer nerd, a semi-conservative church choir leader, a crisply pressed professional, and casually relaxed in t-shirt and capris. I feel comfortable hanging out with saints and sinners, loud weirdos, and quiet introverts. In most cases, the clothes that I wear also adjust to fit the social situation.

I first saw the purple caftan at Goodwill. (Naturally!) I was searching for a dress to wear to my niece’s upcoming wedding when I spied the vintage, batik beauty. It stood out amid the other dresses. Beautiful artistry had created patterns of variegated purple, blue, and grey shades on flawless rayon. It was a stunner, and my size.