When I was in middle school, my mother went through this huge redecorating phase where the biggest project was painting every room in the house. Not entirely odd in theory, but more interesting when people come to visit and realize that every room is a different colour. The living room is peach, the front hallway is salmon, etc.– things I thought were quite pretty until recently when I realized there were no white walls anywhere .
Everyone will be getting to know the floor of my house very well soon.
This is a dress I bought a few weeks ago when I was recovering from a cold. It’s a shift dress, has three-quarter length sleeves, and clashes horribly in every part of the house. Tomorrow, the family and I are driving upstate (my sister has college orientation.) I’m prepared to mingle with everyone who is getting the first taste of having their children living away from home or, if you’re like my parents, people who have done this before, to which this is old hat material.