I only wear solid colors.
Well, that’s not exactly true. I do on rare occasions wear a stripe or floral print as long as it is far away from my face…but I am most comfortable and most ‘myself’ when adorned in solids.
I am happy to wear bright colors. I do not feel the need to always be in New York City black. My apartment is, in fact, a tribute to the color red.
But solids? That’s my truth…except at bedtime.
Then I unleash the tackiest, whackiest, weirdest side of me. Silky, sexy lingerie? Pshaw. Where’s the fun in that? Instead, I throw on jammies with the most outlandish prints known to man.
Sock monkeys getting pedicures? Check.
Bunnies having crumpets? Got it.
Frogs kissing? Dogs wearing fun hats? Owls making hoot eyes? They’re all here.
The more outlandish the pattern, the happier I am to wear it to bed.
So, how do I explain my double life? How does a wearer of solids all day long suddenly make the switch to ‘whack wear’ in the dark of the night?
Every girl has to have a little mystery, right?
