The color of royalty
I decided not to write about how today went yet, because I hold onto some ridiculous superstitions from time to time.
I will write about how I picked what I wore.
I heeded the good advice of everyone and opted for comfort, so I knew I was going to wear jeans and sandals because, pff, that's what I wear EVERYWHERE. The shirt, though, was giving me problems, so I did what any reasonably sane person does when she realizes she has nothing she can see herself wearing on a date: I went shopping.
Terrs and I ventured to our local Kohl's and I grabbed a few shirts to try on. As I came out in the first one, I noticed a man and a woman in the area. The man waited outside, while the woman went into the dressing room, much the same way Terri was waiting and I was trying things on. I put on the second shirt, a purple button-down, and came out for Terri's opinion.
"That looks really good," she said. "Purple is a good color on you." I said thank you and glanced up, accidentally meeting the man's eyes. He gave me the thumbs up. "Looks good!"
I laughed and told Terri I'd put the black one on to compare (though I was really pulling for the purple, for my own reasons), and went back into the dressing room. Apparently in my absence, Terrs and the old dude had a conversation. "The purple!" he called after me, and then turned to Terri. "That looked really nice. The color really brought out her complexion and her eyes."
At this point, I came out in the black and white shirt and both of them immediately shook their heads no. The old guy said, "Definitely the purple."
Hey, majority rules. I went with the purple.
I will write about how I picked what I wore.
I heeded the good advice of everyone and opted for comfort, so I knew I was going to wear jeans and sandals because, pff, that's what I wear EVERYWHERE. The shirt, though, was giving me problems, so I did what any reasonably sane person does when she realizes she has nothing she can see herself wearing on a date: I went shopping.
Terrs and I ventured to our local Kohl's and I grabbed a few shirts to try on. As I came out in the first one, I noticed a man and a woman in the area. The man waited outside, while the woman went into the dressing room, much the same way Terri was waiting and I was trying things on. I put on the second shirt, a purple button-down, and came out for Terri's opinion.
"That looks really good," she said. "Purple is a good color on you." I said thank you and glanced up, accidentally meeting the man's eyes. He gave me the thumbs up. "Looks good!"
I laughed and told Terri I'd put the black one on to compare (though I was really pulling for the purple, for my own reasons), and went back into the dressing room. Apparently in my absence, Terrs and the old dude had a conversation. "The purple!" he called after me, and then turned to Terri. "That looked really nice. The color really brought out her complexion and her eyes."
At this point, I came out in the black and white shirt and both of them immediately shook their heads no. The old guy said, "Definitely the purple."
Hey, majority rules. I went with the purple.