Monday, June 15, 2015

Purple. Or when you love something that's all you see.

Soon after we moved to Tennessee I was standing in line at the campus snack bar. I realized the woman in front of me was dressed in purple from head to toe. She had on a purple top, purple pants, purple socks, purple shoes, and purple shoe laces.

I piped up and complimented her on her outfit. She responded that purple was her favorite color and she loved to wear it. I then asked, "Where did you find purple socks and shoelaces?"

The lady in purple smiled and said, "Honey, when you love something, that's all you see!"

That afternoon when I got home I looked in my closet and realized it was full of red clothing. Apparently I'd been unconsciously choosing red for years. At that point I gave up trying to squelch it and happily bought red purses, shoes, shirts, skirts, you name it. Funnily enough, it wasn't hard at all. Just as she'd told me, when you love something, that's all you see.

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