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Oh, how I wish I had your life....

Q: My new husband (second marriage for both of us) absolutely loves bright colors. He is a native Floridian and still has a Sunbelt style and he wears it well: shirts in peach, stripes and even acid green pants for golf. We are in our late 40s and it's not required that we match, but I want to look complementary—at least when we are together. I'm typical for New York, a lot of black in my closet and I don't want to start over.


This was the actual question in the Wall Street Journal's fashion section yesterday.   Really.  Who would make this up.  (I wonder why her first marriage broke up....)

You know what I wish?  I wish this was the biggest worry of my life - a worry so overwhelming, that I felt I had to write to a fashion editor of one of the world's leading newspapers in order to solve the issue.  That's what I wish.

But no.  I have other worries.  At this particular moment in my life, here is a partial list of my worries:

-my elderly mother's health
-money
-a 14 year old starting high school with NO motivation towards school work whatsoever
-a college sophomore who is making really bad decisions (and publishing them on Facebook)
-the need for another car, and money
-the learning curve of my new job
-money
-a daughter with bi-polar disease
-an aging dog who will probably have to be put down sooner rather than later
-Did I mention money?

Ah, well.  I wish the above-mentioned lady all the best.  I'm sure in the world she lives in, color-coordination with one's spouse is a weighty issue.  Sigh.....it sure ain't in mine.....

Comments

  1. Neuro linguistic programming teaches us to reframe, now when I start to worry or become irritated or anxious I refreame the worry,I alwyas think of this example when I start to worry :Consider that old wooden table in the basement that you use as a temporary workbench for sawing wood, nailing things together, etc. Instantly, it is seen differently if some tells you that it is a valuable antique.
    REframing is all about finding a different point of reference for our thoughts. People with bipolar are frequently very creative , you have a dog who has brought you much pleaure , I am not saying ignore them but perhaps for that woman clashing colours represent more of a struggle to adapt to her husband and find common ground, often these things are metaphors, rather like bible parables.

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  2. I thought black went with everything ...?

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  3. Wow...your list sounds just like my wife's list.

    I might add that the WSJ Weekend fashion section is a regular source of horror and amusement at my house.

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