I can’t pinpoint exactly when it happened, and something tells me it had to do with the constant presence of tabby fur on my person, but somewhere along the way, my closet became the Novato version of Fifty Shades of Grey.
Literally. Like almost everything in there is a shade of gray or black.
There are a few occasional bursts of color here and there, but I’d say that 80% of the clothes in my closet are gray…
I walk around dressed like a storm cloud of doom.
So when I opened my closet this morning and looked through all the gray shirts and pants, that was it! Something snapped. I decided I’m done wearing so much gray.
But why all the gray in the first place? Well, it’s not that I’m afraid to wear colorful clothing. Not at all. I love colorful clothes! The problem is…so does the cat hair! But my tabby’s fur doesn’t stand out on gray.
One day, hopefully soon, I’ll be able to open my closet doors and see a bright explosion of happy, fun colors that reflect how I feel on the inside — like a turquoise pegasus with a rainbow mane flying across a cloudless blue sky.
Or something like that.
I’m starting by gathering inspiration, and I found a ton of it today in the form of pink while I was cruising the Nordstrom website. Pink is one of my favorite colors to wear. Vibrant hot pinks, soft baby pinks, sultry coral pinks — if it’s pink, chances are I’ll want to wear it.
I put a bunch of things in my cart today that I
desperately want have no intention of getting (yeah, you don’t even want to see the total, LOL!), but ya know how it is… Window shopping. And thinking.
Maybe there’s something here I could get… Maybe just one thing??