Yesterday I went to the Gap to buy myself some yellow tights I've had my eye on, but they were sold out. To console myself, I made a quick trip to my favorite department store to see what I could find. It wasn't until I went into the dressing room with a healthy armload of second-hand bargains that I realized I had gone on an unintentional color spree: practically everything I'd pulled from the racks was purple. PURPLE! The complete opposite of what I'd originally gone out for. I don't think I had one single purple item in my closet before this visit to D.I. I certainly took some home though, loving and laughing at every royal bit of it.
When I think back a few days, it may well be that my morning poo-rambulations with my dog Izzy might actually be responsible for my new-found interest in purple. There's a woman who lives a short leg stretch from my house. I have a friendly crush on her. We've never actually met, but have greeted one another in passing and she feels like soul kin. She's got a lush, crazy yard full of beautiful vining and blooming things. She's grey-haired and groovy. AND. She drives a dark purple VW bus. It's terrific! Did I say I had a crush on the hippie lady? I have a bigger crush on her auto. Just recently a "For Sale" sign appeared on its windshield, and every morning I pass by that bus I imagine myself behind the wheel. Sure, I'd get plenty of ribbing for it. Think I care?
We don't need a second vehicle or the expense of one, but I can't help thinking about it.
So. With all this backstory in mind, imagine my surprise when last night at Saigon Café with Rob and Annie I cracked open my second fortune of the night (the owner likes us) and The Cookie Oracle said: "Focus on the color purple this week to bring you luck."
(I still need those yellow tights.)