Color My World — Please!
Maybe you’ve heard me mention my thing about color. I seem to have a physical need for color. I used to wear black occasionally — it’s a color. However, I’ve seen so very, very much of it in DC, that I avoid it now (except for basic slacks once in a while). If I wear all neutrals, light or dark… well, I just don’t feel very good, and wearing black makes me feel downright funerary.
Years ago, a male coworker asked me, “How many colors do you have in your wardrobe anyway?”
(At the time I’d barely started building said wardrobe, so the question really made me pause.) Puzzled, I turned the question on him. “How many colors does your wife have in hers?”
“Oh four maybe,” he said with a shrug.
I had never given it thought before, but suddenly that seemed like a…
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Viv, your generosity knows no bounds. Thanks for reblogging the serial. Huge hugs!
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You’re so very welcome, Teagan! My pleasure! @v@ ❤
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