On a whim a few weeks ago, I took everything out of my side of the closet.
Yep, I have exactly half of our master bedroom closet. Over the years, I've done some serious down sizing and was able to simplify to this teeny tiny closet (oh and one dresser).
I had organized in the usual fashion, pants on the bottom row, tops on top row.
Imagine my surprise when I put everything back color coordinated.
OH MY, I have a lot of black clothes.
I quickly text someone near and dear to me.
'Cause I am always analyzing things.
"I have a lot of black clothes....What do you think it means?"
"Maybe you think you are fat."
I laughed and laughed some more.
Don't all of us women think we are fat...even if we are not.
We are always criticizing our less than perfect bodies...this is a little pudgy, this is a little saggy.
So I quickly went shopping and bought more happy colors...blue, purple and pink...oh and some grey, cause grey really isn't black right?