I piddled around for a whole week trying to decide which of the 15 colors to pick for my two shirts.  They had everything, including a plethora of fruity colors (lemon, watermelon, kiwi, etc.) and yet another whole section dedicated to flavors (burnt orange, chocolate brown, rich blue, etc.).  

The choice was too difficult.  I had too many colorful, beautiful, vibrant options.  I tossed every color on myself mentally and they were all wonderful.  

So what two colors did I pick?  You’ll never guess.  I picked white and off-white.  The two most plain options of the pack.  In my mind, I thought I was being frugal because white went with everything (right?), therefore, I could get more use out of the shirts if I kept them neutral.  

Ten years later, that decision still haunts me when I shop.  In fact, for several years, I cut white out of my wardrobe entirely.  It’s only been in the last 3 years that I have allowed a few white shirts back into the closet and in the last 6 months that I have started to like a good white shirt again.  But those two fateful white shirts from Chadwicks still pause my hands from reaching for white shirts in stores.

Obviously my style has changed.  I’ve grown into who I am and the style that showcases me best.  I wear vibrant colors some days, vibrant jewelry other days, a hat here or there, often a scarf, even red peep-toe heels or an indigo boot.  I’m no longer the white-shirted girl who can’t make a style decision.

(And really, thank God for that!!)

So there’s no ending to this other than to say that after all of this typing, I look down at my pile of whites on the floor ready to go into the washing machine and I laugh because here I sit, 10 years later, still surrounded by white.  At least this time I can credit most of the pile to washcloths and socks!