March 13, 2015 4 Comments
I am putting this post in a variety of categories because it’s kind of silly but I’m kind of serious, too. I would like to believe that in this very complicated world, my actions truly do make a difference, even in unexpected metaphysical ways.
Purple is my favorite color. At this point in my life, I feel like I finally own enough purple clothing. On my fortieth birthday, which in various ways did not go very well, I was wearing an all-purple outfit when Daniel and I went out to lunch and he (very uncharacteristically) spilled an entire glass of ice water on me. When we got home, I was able to change into another all-purple outfit. That’s the way life should be! I am happily on my way to being that old woman in the famous poem by Jenny Joseph.
Monday, I wore a purple sweater. This was really just because I had finally gotten around to washing this particular sweater, so now it was available again, and at this point in the year I am kind of tired of most of my sweaters, but it had been at least two weeks since I’d worn this one.
Tuesday, I wore a purple and white striped knit top. As I took it out of the drawer, I thought, “But I just wore purple yesterday!” like I might be enjoying myself too much or something, but then I remembered that my church was hosting the East End Lenten Series supper and service that night, and purple is the color for Lent because purple is the color of sadness in church tradition. It works all backwards with me and is one of the reasons why I like Lent.
Tuesday morning’s e-newsletter, for employees of the gargantuan “health system” where I work, encouraged us to wear purple on Wednesday to support patient safety. Read more of this post