an armenian-american dress


Vintage Dress; Sunglasses Polaroid Eyewear; Shoes Chinese Laundry; Clutch Kate Spade

English is my 3rd language (out of 4) and America is my 4th country (of residence).  I'm mostly Armenian, a quarter English and as American as sushi, pizza or Chinese food.  On my travels, when strangers ask me where I'm from, I can't help but blurt out "LA," as if that's enough of an explanation, because to me, most of the time, it is.  

The truth is that I've never felt more home than when I've walked the streets of Armenia as an adult, but I feel the most at home when I'm driving on the 101 and the 405 on a busy Monday morning in LA.  I know that the language that I am most able to express myself with is English, and yet I only use Armenian terms of endearment when I coo and talk to my dog.  Dare I say I have the best of both worlds, and I'm one lucky little lobster.

This dress was vintage back before vintage was a thing; hand sewn and hand embroidered by my great-grandmother for my mother.  No tags, no labels, just an old Armenian-American dress out on the town.

With Love,
         A.A.         

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