I was looking through my wardrobe the other day, looking for Chapters clothing. Our tres cher bookstore ordains that employees only blue, black, or white tops, paired with navy, black, or khaki bottoms. (Although now that’s it’s December, we can wear red.)
Anyway, I couldn’t find what I wanted. So I decided to do what I’ve wanted to do for ages: I organized my wardrobe according to colour.
And I found that I have a disgusting – no, positively ridiculous amount of blue.
Blue dresses. Blue skirts. Blue turtlenecks, button-downs, T-shirts, tunics, shirt dresses – geez, my wardrobe is blue. I also have black, tan, beige/white, and a smattering of red. And, like, two articles that could count as green. Otherwise, I’m blue. And it’s not even, say, navy blue and royal blue and sky blue and periwinkle all mixed in together. It’s navy blue. […]