My favorite color is black and white and I need to just deal with it. Trust me, I’ve tried to fight it. I put a yellow slip cover on the couch and then promptly ripped it off in favor of canvas. I have a bright red dress that’s been hanging in my closet for a solid year and will never see the light of day. My bedroom is all one color. My apartment, office and all my favorite clothes follow the same theme. Even my cats fit the bill.
Any attempt to add color to my life just feels forced. And desperate. Nothing screams desperate like a bright red dress. (For the record, I think the rest of you look great in your bright red dresses. Me? Let’s just not.) So here’s snapshot look at my unmistakably muted full-color life.