Step Away from the Purple Pants
Just the other day, I searched through racks and racks of used clothing and found no treasures. The resulting frustration led me to go have a second look at the funky purple pants that I know I won’t wear and the black shirts that I have too many of already. I managed to pass up both the pants and the shirts, but wound up bringing home a soft, cuddly, brand new and beautifully made sweater that’s in a rust color that unfortunately makes me look like I just threw up. I’m not exaggerating about how the color looks on me—I wore it for the first time and my husband asked me if I felt OK.
When I look and don’t find, I am usually happy walking out the door with my hands empty. Next time I have the urge to linger and keep looking, I’ll remember the rust sweater.