I bought the most beautiful jacket last Saturday. Bright pink at the top and dip-dyed to a toe-curling scarlet at the bottom. Not exactly a shrinking-violet of a jacket. More - well, screaming out loud fantabulous.
I was going to wear it to work on Monday, had it out and hanging ready. Looked at it in the morning light and didn't feel brave enough. I always feel blue on Mondays. And tired and bad-tempered and scratchy. So it stayed on the hanger and I wore something boring and inconspicuous instead - black, probably.
I'm going to get it out again, ready for tomorrow. Will I be brave enough?
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