The Boomerang: Letting Go and the Return

I wasn’t late to the estate sale but they opened up a few minutes early, not atypical in the cold weather. However, when I saw a woman carrying a vintage dress, a dress I knew that should have been mine, I scurried quickly to the master bedroom. I found a few things but no dresses, and nothing vintage like that one.

Irritated, I continued through the house and encountered her again, not hard because she was walking around, the dress draped over her arm, a hoodie pulled over her head, staring at her phone. And her little girl talking loudly about how she was looking for a gift for her grandmother.

I passed four cool glasses in the dining room and headed out, trying to accept the dress wasn’t meant to be mine. Was I going to have to arrive earlier at the estate sales to get the vintage clothes? I wondered. I had bought multiple dresses before that everyone overlooked but why was this different?

Off I went to finish my errands: Trader Joe’s and the dry cleaner.

But after I left the dry cleaner, I decided to go back. There was a vintage top I thought I could convert to a bucket bag. And there were still the glasses.

It’s not the first time I’ve gone back to an estate sale to buy something I previously left without. But this time I didn’t expect what I found in the closet.

The dress.

I really didn’t think it would be there, but it was. After I let go of it? It came back to me.

And I got the glasses, too.