“Excuse me,” the lady in the Bullring says.
I am Pissed Off. My bag weighs a tonne. As does the wedding-champagne (I know, right? Aren’t my friends old?) and the textbook I took home for no reason. I take my ipod earphones out.
She gestures to the stand behind her.
“Would you like to come to a free accessories colour coordination workshop?” she says.
I stare.
Pardon? A what?
“An accessories colour coordinartion workshop,” I say slowly. “So you tell me to wear blue shoes with a blue top?”
“Exactly,” she says, like I know my alphabet and everything.
I laugh.
I’m sorry, lady, but I couldn’t help it.
I laughed about accessories colour coordination workshop all the way home.
The key to coordination has nothing to do with matching colors at all. At least, that’s what I like to tell myself when I have nothing other than bright orange and pale purple (or a similarly horrible combination).
Sometimes clashing isn’t so bad.
I see… I am not very coordinated in any sense of the word.
Nice blog; how’d you find mine?
BG