First of all, we had a great day. Over lunch, we looked at my colours (we agreed that I’d go first). I wasn’t sure how I was going to find these colours at the mall, but Mike said, “Hey babe, we just invested in our family and our businesses. We’ll figure it out.”
In the afternoon, I watched his analysis and tried to be as complimentary as he had been, but in some of those test colours, all I could think was bloated or Barney. He even laughed at himself in some of my Bright Winter colours. Mike turned out to be a (very hot) True Autumn.
Well, that was that. When the kids were doing homework, we sorted our clothes, which didn’t take long; too much of it was black. It was a lot easier doing it with him than it would have been on my own. I can see that there’s a learning curve, just like everything worth learning.
For now, I kept a lot of black because I knew it was better than the softer colours I also had. I thought they looked casual and unthreatening, like they worked in jeans or as Yoga colours, but now I can see when I wear soft colours… I don’t know which looks worse, me or the clothes.