When the Little Black Dress Doesn’t Fit Anymore…


Rest in peace my Favorite Little Black Dress (with the pretty little pink flowers)…  We had so much fun together…  Like hanging out with Amanda and Vanessa at Methodist College’s homecoming… 

I haven’t worn it in four or five months.  I had washed it and then hung it to dry in an attempt to save it from the abuse of the clothes dryer.  And ever since, it has hung next to the shoe rack in my closet—my favorite little black dress.


As any woman will tell you, there’s something very special about The Favorite Little Black Dress.  It’s comfortable.  It’s versatile.  You can dress it up or dress it down.  You can accessorize it with just about anything.  And everybody knows that black is slenderizing (which is especially valuable to REAL women, like me, who have curves.)  I’ve had my Favorite Little Black Dress for nearly ten years and I have always been able to count on it for funerals, camp meetings, job interviews, and my college graduation.


Sunday afternoon, I began to get dressed for a special Sunday evening Pentecost Celebration Service at our Conference Tabernacle.  I immediately thought of my Favorite Little Black Dress.  There was no question that it was the perfect thing to wear.  And it never entered my mind that it wouldn’t fit.  I mean, it fit the last time I wore it.  And recently, I’ve been working out and even lost some weight.  But when I reached back to button it, to my profound distress, IT DIDN’T FIT!


Change is not my favorite activity.  I like being comfortable.  I even enjoy being in a rut sometimes.  The rut doesn’t take a lot of energy and it doesn’t require a lot of risk.  I am happy in the rut wearing my favorite holey jeans and Old Navy flip flops, parking in my favorite spot at work and sitting in my favorite pew at church.  I get up every morning and do the same things, in the same order.  I don’t even have to think.


I met Wendy several years ago when I was working at a crisis pregnancy center.  When she came to us for help, she was about six months pregnant and was very scared.  She was in her late teens and was living with her father.  He had always been a harsh man, not very affectionate or sensitive.  She knew that he would be angry about her pregnancy and so she waited as long as she could to tell him.  Finally, when her baggy clothes would no longer hide her belly, she admitted that she was pregnant.  His reaction was far worse than she had expected.  He had always had a quick temper and a sharp tongue, but now, he began to slap her and shove her whenever he would get angry.  When she would try to defend herself, he would remind her what a disappointment she was and how grateful she should be that he hadn’t kicked her out. 


As soon as I heard Wendy’s story, I knew what the answer for her was: get out!  We worked with our contacts and partnering agencies and found several places that Wendy could live for the rest of her pregnancy and even after she had the baby.  To me, it seemed like the perfect answer.  But when the day came that Wendy had to make the choice, she picked up her purse, went home to her dad and never came back. 


I was eighteen years old and hadn’t seen quite enough of the real world to understand why Wendy would turn down a safe, loving environment for the abusive home where she was living.  Frustrated, I went to Wendy’s counselor and asked, “Why?!” 


Betty looked at me with sad eyes, shaking her head slightly, “Better the evil you know than the evil that you don’t.”


I frowned.  “What?!”


Betty put her hand on my arm.  “She’d rather stay in the abuse that she’s familiar with than risk a situation that she isn’t familiar with.”


I just shook my head. It didn’t make any sense to me and I never expected that it would.


Over the years since I met Wendy, I have come to understand.  I know that the Favorite Little Black Dress is a silly metaphor, but I could have just as easily told about the relationships that I’ve refused to let go of, the jobs I’ve refused to leave, the living situations I’ve hesitated to move out of…


Let me share another Liz Curtis Higgs quote with you.  In Mad Mary: A Bad Girl from Magdala, Higgs says “From the moment we take our first gasp of air until we breathe our last, God is calling us to walk in the light of his Word.  Whatever ‘tomb’ might feel like security to you is really a deathtrap.  Morning has broken.  The stone has been rolled away.”


I’m letting go of the dress– and I’m letting go of my graveclothes.  I’m taking a risk and following Jesus into the altogether unfamiliar.  It’s the only way I can ever be free.

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  1. Barbara says:

    So true.. we do have to let go of things.. its very hard.. The girl reminds me of someone else that sticks with the familiar, but we are praying that away too.. Very good story….

  2. You’re such a great storyteller Sarah, even when those stories are tough to hear. Tough, but true.

    And I never had you pegged as a dress lady. Jeans and T shirts, yes. But a dress? Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course. I think women who wear dresses are fine. Oh, I’ll just shut up.

  3. Sarah Salter says:

    Billy, you had me pegged correctly. I’m definitely a jeans and t-shirt lady… Holey jeans… Old camp t-shirts (from the seven zillion camps I’ve worked at and/or attended)… And navy blue Old Navy flip flops. But every girl (even ones who carry an honorary man card) occasionally has to get dressed up. When we HAVE to get dressed up, it’s definitely The Favorite Little Black Dress that we go for. 🙂

  4. Elizabeth says:

    Everything changes and everyone does too. Praise God only God does not change. Life is full of changes and it is difficult to adjust but as one of my coworkers says”adapt, and overcome”. I like it best from God’s word: In all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. Romans 8:37

  5. Sarah Salter says:

    Only God does not change… GREAT point, Liz! Thanks for the reminder!

  6. Eliza Garrison says:

    Sarah, I love your,” little black dress” analogy, and I love, Elizabeth reminder that God never change, but as humans. we must change!!
    When, we are kids growing up we can’t wait to change, ( which is a very natural thing). but when we reach a certain age, we start putting on the brakes, Stop!!. Oh well, it’s still a very natural thing, to change!!

    When a woman is pregnant, and at every stage of development, if the baby is not developing properly, the doctor may think the baby is deformed, likewise, if we don’t continue to change we can begin to look deformed!!
    1Corinthians 13:11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man (or woman), I put away childish things.


  7. I think we all know the old canard about change being inevitable (except from vending machines). Easy to say when we’re some distance from that last crisis, blithely unaware of the next one coming at us at the speed of life. How well we do when we’re at the testing place is what determines the truth of what we say we believe.

    Good post – I *did* have your clothing type figured, BTW; the only differences between thee and me (besides the curves) is that I never wear sandals and rarely wear T-shirts. Holey jeans? That’s day wear and evening wear for this boy. 🙂

    Nice post – nothing snarky about it. 😀

  8. Sarah Salter says:

    Rick, when I mentioned the snark earlier, THIS was not what I was thinking of. But I do think this is far more appropriate. 🙂

    This is another great example of me learning the same lesson over and over, at different levels. And I notice that the older I get, the more I realize that I don’t know squat. I just hope that I learn the lesson a little better this time. 🙂

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