This pink sweater means everything to me. Well, not actually, but I really like it.
Every time I jump into my winter wardrobe I am always amazed at how much gray and black I have accumulated. While I don't mind those colors (however, gray can become very drab very quickly) it doesn't leave me much inspired for the winter months, or really anything for that mater. It makes the cold, short, gray days last even longer. Pulling on a gray sweater with dark gray boots makes my day dreary and lousy, when in fact everyday is such a blessing. So I ask, why not more colorful sweaters? Why is our go-to gray, black or brown when it should be the most colorful season of all.
Are we trying to blend in with the weather forecast? Becoming as gloomy and glum as the sky up above, or are we trying to find pockets of color and warmth wherever we can find it?
I choose the latter, so here I am with my pink sweater.