Lola didn't cast a shadow...
and neither did Ruth.
Later, the sun peeked out for a few minutes but now it's hidden behind cloud. Snow is headed our way.
Yesterday I kept busy with lunching and shopping.
Last year I made an ironclad rule for myself: I would purchase no more black clothing. I have quite enough of it. My wardrobe isn't exclusively black, far from it, but....
In just the past six days, I've broken my rule three times. Over the last fortnight, four times. Earlier this week I bought an all-black top. Last night at the mall in the Big City (where everything seems to be selling at a 75% discount) I bought two tops, mostly black with white decoration. I tried to compensate at Coldwater Creek and elsewhere by getting a few more things in vibrant colours. (I suspect some of the snazzier looking women in the Legislature shop at Coldwater Creek.)
Talking over my problem with the girls this morning, I got blank looks. Ruth and Lola are of the opinion that mostly black with white accents is beyond doubt the most fashionable and elegant choice.
They wear it every day.
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