Some of us just don’t do well with color. Too daunting. But, you know, life is short. We think to ourselves, perhaps we do not want to look up, 20 years later, to find that we’ve spent our days in black. Dark black, greyed black, marled black. With hints of gray, khaki, and navy blue when we want to paint the town virtual red.
Where to turn? Color-typing is one option, clearly. Alternatively, one can rely on the kindness of strangers.
I found these at DaniBP’s blog, the Mop Philosopher.
Dani is going to Florida on vacation. Leaving from Canada. Perhaps that’s what makes her color choices so dreamlike. We all may dream of warm best when dug into months of cold.
She starts her planning with a coat. What do you know? It’s a peach-ish coral trench.
One must bring a few dresses. What do you know? Coral and peach and honeysuckle pink.
Nor sweaters. With the cutest teeny tiny monograms. I’m a sucker for initials.
By the time she’s done I’ m ready to rip my black and white tees into shreds, wear them as a giant tutu, and roam the stores seeking color.
I’m dreaming of blues. Only in this life, navy would be the safe bet and I’d risk everything on cerulean, azure, and a blue colored like the veins in my feet. On hot days. I may never return.
Someone else is going to have to do the greens. Purple anyone? Red?