i recently read that women over 35 need to tone down the amount of black they wear, that it makes them look old. i never thought of this before, never heard of it before. i find it curious then that i am suddenly, inexplicably, turning brown. going brown. i just bought two pairs of brown boots and a brown purse. i'm finding myself liking all shades of brown and i have been ANTI-brown my whole life. it's the color of shit, i have said. it's the color of people who live in fear. it's the color of no imagination.
i grew up in a house that did not experiment with color. ever. everything was brown. brown shag carpet. brown plaid sofa. white walls, dark brown wood laminate kitchen table. foam brown ceiling braces crossing the ceiling. brown vinyl flooring. the 70s were really all about brown and i have rejected it with disgust since forever. until now. until now that i'm reaching 40 and the time that, supposedly, to those who are paying attention to such things, the time that women should no longer go so heavy on the black.
guy says i wear black because i'm punk rock. well, i am punk rock, but that's not why! i say, nuh-uh! the truth is, i wear black because it is not brown. i proudly own 7 pairs of black boots. what other color would i have?
until now. everything is different now in 2006. i suddenly want to move to the country. and wear brown.
god help me, i guess i'm growing up. i guess it comes with the territory of haivng to seriously discuss something called "hysterectomy." i guess it comes on the heels of being treated as a grownup at work, not being micromanaged anymore. i guess it comes with the territory of really feeling that i am with the man i want to always be with.
brown? brown equals now.
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