I guess I think a lot more about outfits and organizing and decorating than I tell myself.
Last week I bought some new sheets at Target (I only have winter ones!) and showed them to Sandy. “I’ll need to get a new duvet…I was thinking brown or a light blue to match. Generic enough, I don’t think it’ll be hard to find.” To which she said, “It doesn’t HAVE to match.” I promptly responded, “yes it does” in a grave manner that would have been better reserved for child who’s disappointed you.
In showing Stephanie a the dress I’m wearing to a wedding this weekend, she suggested that with all the red accessories the red coat would make a complete outfit. To which I responded, “No.” Pause. That was mean. She was just trying to help. I continued, “They are contradicting styles. And one cannot go overboard with the red.”
Who made these rules, anyhow? And why have I become the self-proclaimed authority?
I’m sorry I’m such a (well-matched and adorably decorated) snob).