A few weeks ago I tore my room apart looking for my "funeral dress." It's a simple black shift that I used to wear all the time, but since wearing it to my father's funeral, it's been pushed into that role. Wearing the dress makes me sad.I have a happy dress too. A pink shift purchased in Paris, the dress I wore on my first date with the man who now my husband. Wearing it makes me feel like a teen in love let loose in the world's most romantic city.