Living Colorfully at Home
We are now into eight weeks of practicing physical distancing, or is it nine, and I have discovered something interesting about myself. In the safety of my home, a judgment free zone, the real Tamara is coming out. I feel like a little kid picking out my clothing...bright colors, pieces that don’t match, inappropriate clothing are now the norm and sources of great pleasure. Karl too has violated the rules of propriety. Remember “no wearing crocs outside of the house?” I believe my girlfriends are experiencing this too. Bright lipsticks, pops of bright hair color, and hair extensions all worn for their own enjoyment. Last week, for example, I wore a bright red lipstick with a tight, stretchy, light blue velvet dress. To finish off the ensemble, I wore socks and my blue animal print Dansko clogs. Take that, fashion police! I did end up wearing that dress to a friend’s outdoor birthday party later, sans socks and clogs. I guess I do have some fashion principles. To get another perspective...