Shout out moment #2: Here's looking at you, mini maple cinnamon rolls that just came out of my oven. They are pillowy, not too sweet, warm and utterly divine. And I've eaten three in less than 5 minutes.
So back in the day, when I was working full-time and was maintaining some semblance of a "work" wardrobe and an "everything else" wardrobe (i.e. yoga pants and free t-shirts from college), I spent a few moments here and there making sure that I had some variety in what I had at my disposal to wear. But I also gloried in the school's colors, which allowed me to wear
Well, now. I'm still coasting on that established work wardrobe, a few years later. (And I still make myself suffer through something that's not black on an occasional class so as to give some false allusion of cheer and goodwill. Or something.) But now, well good gravy, who gives a rip what I wear toodling around town in chauffeur mode or mid-week grocery trip mode or (my favorite) working at my favorite coffee spot mode?
It turns out that I've essentially eliminated color from my clothing diet. In my regular rotation, I have seventeen GREY t-shirts/sweaters/sweatshirts, five BLACK shirts/sweaters, and six ANY OTHER COLOR. (And that's not counting those three, free grey t-shirts from college. I still wear those, too.) (Or the two grey sweatshirts that I wear to sleep in. SWEATSHIRTS TO SLEEP IN, people. There's just about nothing that makes me crankier than being cold.)
That's a tick under 79% of my clothes are either grey or black.
And now, when I fold laundry, rare is the time when my pile of shirts are not all grey.
Who loves g-r-e-y that much? The Elder either doesn't believe me or scoffs at me when she asks me what my favorite color is and I promptly reply "grey." A college friend who is now a general practitioner for indigenous workers immediately snorted and then said made an "Oh, you're serious..." sound when I pointed at what I was wearing and said "Grey is my favorite color." What college has GREY as one of its school colors?
But now that I think of it, the "fighting GREYmen" is reminiscent of the Civil War. (Perhaps there's some logic there.)
Color me what you will, I am embracing my love of all things grey. Except the interminable grey skies in winter. Those bite big time. But that's about it, 'cause I love grey and grey goes with everything. Cheers to that.