I sewed this dress and left all the edges unfinished...I was planning to finish the edges later in the week. The dress hung in my studio for months. I was always more interested in starting shiny new projects rather then finishing the boring black dress. Weeks passed and I began to accept the dress as it was. The raw edges were charming me with their thready texture and I began wondering why I need to “finish” this dress at all...maybe it was finished. In any case it was my decision, that's why I make my own clothes in the first place. My inner punk felt deeply connected to those unruly threads and I welcomed the impending chaos. I started wearing the dress...a lot. Some people were really worried about the dress fraying away into nothing...I wasn't. I wanted to see what would happen to those fraying edges and worried people. This dress has become a favorite dress. I feel liberated when I wear it and it reminds me that even when my dress is falling apart...beauty and good can be found in that, in letting go.