Red was my post-divorce color. It was not a conscious choice. I needed new items for my new house, or rather my small new-to-me apartment. I picked up a red couch, red chair, red tablecloth and placemats, red art for the walls, a red suitcase and a red case for my cell phone. Two swingy red dresses, almost identical. And we can't forget about the 3 red scarves. None of these purchases were made with the words "Look at me!" in mind. In fact, I loathe being the center of attention. But everyone needs to at least feel like they are visible, and I had felt like a ghost for a long time. I was apparently being drawn to this color for a reason. I wonder if there is a shade of nail polish called Divorcee. I wouldn't buy it though even if it were red since I feel like the word "divorcee" connotes that something is broken or missing. I feel whole and present, and have the energy to focus my attention on my loved ones so that they never feel invisible.
nice!
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