With apologies to those expecting a more salacious post … this one’s about my wardrobe. It’s about the gray skirts and the gray pants, the gray dress and the gray sweater.  It’s about the sweatshirts, all three of them, all gray.

And then there are there are the gray turtlenecks; I have a few of those, too, one dark, one light, one striped and one emblazoned with “U.K.” Dad sent the latter one to Claire in hopes she would go to the University of Kentucky for college. She went to George Mason instead — and I kept the turtleneck.

I like the color gray; it’s soft and neutral,  a worthy alternative to black. But I’m starting to feel … a little grayed out.  Pinks and purples and fuchsias are looking good these days.

Maybe it’s a midwinter thing, or a midlife thing. … But I could use some color!