It was that kind of day when I woke up and knew that I needed to wear orange.
My husband will totally not get this. Would yours? There are days when you dress to fit your mood and then there are days when your mood takes its cue from what you're wearing.
There was a time, not all that long ago, when I was scared spitless to wear orange. (and yellow and green...) My mind told me that if I wore those colors I would look like baby poo.
And really, who wants to look like baby poo? So, me with my olive skin stuck to the cooler color section of Tar-jay, thankyouverymuch. All the while, I gazed longingly over at the bright yellows, kelly greens and the most orange-y of oranges.
Then I got ahold of myself and said, "Self, what are you so freaked out about?" So, I delicately with a little fear and trepidation tiptoed over to the (wait for it, wait for it) warm-ish colors and I haven't looked back.
I really can do it!!
Oops. How did that totally random picture of one of the world's most adorable children trying to get in on the action end up here?
That's so weird.
Okay, I know that this isn't not an earth-shattering revelation that will change the course of human history. I totally realize that. I promise.
What I do want to say is try new things. Just do it. (thanks, nike) You don't know if something is going to
Wait a minute. What is puce? Oh, wait. I just looked it up. It's lovely. I might just wake up one morning and say that I'm in the mood to wear puce.
But never, ever pea green. Ever.
Even I'm not