Why Can’t I Be Addicted to Drugs?
Instead, I have an uncontrollable urge to buy clothing. A specific item of clothing, mind you, not a wardrobe free-for-all, where I go on a Lady Gaga inspired shopping spree without regard to price, or utility, or the need to wear pants to cover my nether regions.
Stupid catalog companies send me lines of cocaine, I mean, catalogs, in the mail, regardless of how many times I have filled out forms asking them to remove me from their mailing lists. With the shaking hands of an addict, I must get my fix, thumbing through them before I hurl them into the recycling bin, desperate imprints of desire already burned into my feeble brain.
It will remain there. Really. My fingers will point-and-click their way to those images again.
What is perverse is that my drug of choice seems to be……….grey sweaters? Seriously? Can I not be more racy in choosing a narcotic? Like, maybe, a shot of chartreuse, some neon orange, or even flipping teal? An actual color, perhaps, instead of something…….bland.
I don’t know why every time I open a catalog, my eye zeroes in on a grey sweater. I have at least six of them packed away for fall and winter already, all varying shades of grey, it’s true. But GREY nonetheless. I look like a walking thunderstorm every time I don one of them. That’s a problem, because thunderstorms are not attractive. They’re threatening. They zap things to death. Okay, maybe they dump much needed rain on the landscape, but too much quantity at once means little of it hangs around to do any good.
I once had a director in a play who told the cast that he liked thunderstorms. He thought they were in a turn-on. In fact, he blocked a whole love scene around a thunderstorm, and went into great detail acting out the various business for each person. He sold that atmospheric mayhem like it was something erotic. Sensual.
And, I think it brainwashed me into thinking grey is sexy. Compelling. A “come-and-get-me” without putting it all out there on display. Like uber-drugs, grey hooks a person before they know they’ve been ensnared, before they know they’re in trouble.
Yep, I’ve convinced myself. I’m definitely going back to the Anthropologie site tomorrow and buying that blasted grey sweater.
Too Much is Just Enough: Grey
A little grey will go a long way, but, add some scarlet and become a starlet.
What a poetic way for you to work in some Ohio State………
Well, Andra, that is an interesting little factoid.
I am thinking that there could be worse things in life to be addicted to. LOL… If I were to pick one thing that I am addicted to I guess it would have to be technology and everything about it. I am getting a brand new iPad 2 sometime today around noon. I have become rather fond of those devices. 
I think you can understand why. LOL
I am replying from one now, so yes, I get it. Glad to hear you are getting another one. Technology isn’t a bad thing.
I’ve always maintained that knitting is cheaper than crack.
I’m sure Andra would love a crafty grey sweater.
I mean, even her house is grey. Or “southern hurricane” or something like that.
Ocean storm, but I did not pick it. The architect did.
(I really like how it all turned out.)
And the results are gorgeous in your hands. I wish I had that gift.
I love Lou’s response.
Speaking of worse things to be addicted to…food. Uh, yeah, I will say no more except that instead of a walking thunderstorm I’d be looking tornado…except an inverted tornado? You know what I mean? Big on the bottom…not on the top? Okay, somehow it’s not funny when you have to explain it. Ha.
Lori, I think it is very funny, especially because my mind put your head on top of an inverted tornado and inserted it in a buffet like the Tasmanian Devil from the old cartoons. You would never act like that around food, though, regardless of how much you love it. I hope you get to enjoy some good food in Ireland.
But I’m sure gray comes in on the architect’s list of colors that go really well with orange, red, pink (love gray and pink together) and grey may be more interesting than black…
I love thunderstorms, except if they’re really bad at night…then I have to cuddle up to Bill to get through them. When I lived downtown and my boys were little, we’d go sit on the wrap around porch and swing and enjoy the drama of the coming storm. That house was a very large bungalow that I really loved. Here’s a link to the Google Street view and you can see the porch where we sat. http://maps.google.com/maps?q=879+Rutledge+Avenue,+Charleston,+SC+29403&ll=32.808901,-79.954805&spn=0.004878,0.010568&sll=32.808869,-79.955074&sspn=0.006295,0.006295&layer=c&cbp=13,262.7,,0,0.12&cbll=32.808897,-79.954807&gl=us&t=h&z=17&panoid=1bQ7CEUuXgI4VHlV9RS6zA
I’m addicted to sparkly things! Ross-Simons is my dealer of choice because them have so many lovely bright sparkly things. They are very nice and send me at least one catalog each week! Isn’t that nice of them!
Especially orange for the architect-o set.
Your old house is very close to some friends of ours who live that way now. I will have to look for it the next time I visit. Those homes are so pretty and inviting.
Is Ross Simons where Bill got your pearls?
Yes, indeed. Pearls were sources from RS.
My Charleston house was so comforting. It was large and rambling and the rooms upstairs were very comforting as they had lowered ceiling heights where the roof came down to the eves. Upstairs the walls were all tongue and groove wood in either narrow widths running vertically or wide boards running horizontally. The floors were yellow pine (very golden) upstairs. I recently met the lady to whom my former husband sold the house in 2006 and she invited me to come visit…
I remember your telling me about getting to go back there and see what she’d done with the house. It is always a treat to be able to do things like that.
I LOVE really bad thunderstorms at night…
Ha, I know you do!
Lou is going to get on here and scream GAR any minute…….
When I was reading the post, I thought, about that and then in the flurry of writing a comment, failed to mention! I’m so glad you pointed out that Andra is just coordinating with her house.
Now, just let me find something grey to wear today………
Grey can be sexy….even a grey sweater….when you wear it over nothing at all….HAHA
Sharon! Have you been on your Southwest excursion yet, or are you still scheduled to make the trip?
And, I’ll have to remember your advice the next time I select a grey sweater.
We are back. Had a fabulous time in Utah. Quite a few firsts in adventures for us. I have started creating the blogs…just haven’t posted anything yet. Better get cracking though as school is just around the corner and definitely won’t have much time then.
Great. Utah is on our list, and I have been anticipating your photos.
I’m addicted to sleeveless black tops. Can’t have too many…
I totally get that one. MTM is addicted to black t-shirts. Calvin Klein only.