Blue pot:
(Worship the pot! I heart this pot! Such pretty enamel! I have been longing for a pot like this for years! If I felt as definitively about having children as I did about this pot, then there would be no internal childbearing conflict!)
Blue bag, pants, bra, sweater, and sparkly thing. Last year I got another blue sweater, shoes, pair of pants, and shirt.
Hmmm.
I'd felt that I'd kicked the automatic blue thing. Now, there's nothing wrong with having a signature color. I've always enjoyed the color blue and it's no accident that a lot of my possessions fall on one section of the color spectrum. For a few years, I consciously tried to pick things other than in blue (RED!), to lend variety to my wardrobe and household (it worked, sort of - I now have a lot of red stuff, too). Luckily, I moved into a place that was already painted green and taupe, which staved off blue walls (which I used to have). I think it's safe to say that the blue embargo is over, or more accurately, that it never existed in the first place.
I think it might be time to reinstate the ban/try again to widen my palette.
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