Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Basic black

Here's one thing you learn how to do when you live in New York: wear black. It's like you're only PERMITTED to wear black, especially in the fall and winter months.

Anyway. I totally took to it the year we lived there and for years and decades after I kept wearing it. Why? Because it's easy. And dramatic. And people confuse me with Angelina Jolie. Yes! They do!

But as of late I've given up on it. I want color. Especially if it's purple or orange.

So I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to make this about writing. Can I turn my shift into some larger metaphor about how sometimes you write one thing for a long, long time . . . only to realize (eventually) your tastes have changed? And that you ought to take the risk and follow where your new writing interests take you?

The answer is "no." This is just a post to say that I'm sick of wearing black. And also that I feel like eating everything in sight.


Lisa B. said...

I have tried to kick the black habit but have only succeeded in replacing it with a gray habit.

Louise Plummer said...

Oh yes, the November-eating-everything-in-sight-mode.

LucindaF said...

Good thing Brad didn't see you in New York. You'd be living in New Orleans right now. ick. And you would've had to punch a shark in the movie, Boob Raider.

From black, to orange and purple. You have the skin tone to pull off bright colors. If I wore orange, I could stand on the beach and bring the ships in.

Angelina could never pull off orange.

Mystery Girl said...

wearing black as I type this and as for the eating everything in sight - somebody get me away from the leftover Halloween candy!

Bob the Woodworker said...

I just feel like wearing black while I change careers and eat everything (at least everything I like) in sight. Maybe I should turn from woodworking to law or something fun like that! Lawyers like black don't they?