Today I am wearing a gray dress. And it has a ruffle in the front. That’s me in the dress in the featured image, as proof.
If you have met me more than once, you may or may not remember, but I was surely in something that was black and v-necked. I don’t do ruffles. I don’t do gray. Well, until today.
Now, don’t get me wrong, all of you people look just fine in your colors and patterns and fancy fabrics that need to be dry cleaned. But me? All that exists just a touch outside my comfort zone. I’m pale and red-haired and a born & bred New York City girl … so I pretty much stick to the black uniform. Yes, I could wear other things, but I like black.
So breaking out into the world of notblack today, I feel a little crazy, devil-may-care, you do not even know what might happen up in here — even though it’s really not all that exceptional. Just a touch on the wild side, insomuch as a gray jersey knit summer dress can be “wild”. (Shush it!)
What little things in your day-to-day fall just outside your comfort zone? How often do you push yourself to do those things?
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