The weather has dipped below 70°, school is in full swing, and I can finally wear my boots and cardigans again. All is right in the world!
If you know me at all, you know I'm in love with bright colors, and wear them despite rainy or wintery weather, when the universe seems to have this power over other people, telling them to dress as dreary as the weather is. It makes no sense to me, really. Why wouldn't you want a bright yellow umbrella to brighten up a rainy day? What is the point of a boring, black umbrella?
Then again, I've been recently obsessed with darks -- rich, "fall" colors -- and wonder to myself if this relationship with brights and prints and color on color can last forever.
As a supporter of open marriages, perhaps I can convince bright colors that I need to have an affair with the dark side, but that it won't mean that bright colors aren't my one true love.