New Yorkers love their black. It’s elegant, slimming, and it goes with everything. It also can signify that one is is mourning. What I am I grieving for? October is going to be my month of color. How can I work it in? Where can I add it where it’s least expected? My awesome friend Sîobhan got me Kate Spade’s Live Colorfully book set for my birthday. I love it! This will be my next muse.
Over back where they speak of life as staying
(‘You couldn’t call it living, for it ain’t’),
There was an old, old house renewed with paint,
And in it a piano loudly playing.
Out in the plowed ground in the cold a digger,
Among unearthed potatoes standing still,
Was counting winter dinners, one a hill,
With half an ear to the piano’s vigor.
All that piano and new paint back there,
Was it some money suddenly come into?
Or some extravagance young love had been to?
Or old love on an impulse not to care–
Not to sink under being man and wife,
But get some color and music out of life?