Ode to Grey

So gray can be spelled grey... I've always spelled it with an a, but I think I like it with an e better. While I'm changing the spelling of things, I think I will throw Britishy words and spellings into the mix. The word whilst is just SO underused! I will make it my mission to fix that problem whilst writing nonsensy things on this here blog. Indeed I will. He He! I like sounding all proper while being totally silly at the same time. This suits me perfectly!

Oh, Professor MacGonagal is putting the sorting hat on Hermione's head! Maybe I'm on my British kick because of the lovely accents coming from the television. I think I would be a Hufflepuff if I were to don the sorting hat-although I would totally want to be in Griffindor.

So back to what this is actually about and that is my declaration of love to the color grEy! Oh, grey, how I love thee! Your bleakness soothes me and makes me feel like there is a clean slate offering a newness for everything that is yet to come, yet to be said, and yet to be done. Grey is possibilities. It is like a curtain has been drawn on the sun, the intermission has begun. Grey is love. Grey is not having expectations. Grey is like putting things on hold for a day. Grey consumes me and I'm addicted to its greyness!

I've gone through color phases before, but grey has been around the longest. Yet, it is just now taking hold in a way of total possession. Grey is authentic. Grey is the color surrounding me at the moment-literally. My living room walls are the bleakest, most inspiring shade of grey. One doesn't know if depression is sitting in or if rejoicing is on the horizon. Maybe both.

So this is my greyest season to date. I've got the loveliest grey knit wristlet. Just like the names says, it dangles from the end of my arm-an extension of me really. I thought a diamond and platinum ring was the ultimate accessory, but that was before this little gem entered my life. It dangles and swings... it is like a sparkler of fun.

I should also mention that I got a cheap ass grey shirt from Target that immediately got a hole in it right at the fattest part of my body-hard to tell exactly which part that is these days. For the record, it's my stomach. This shirt is important because it is grey and because it is grey, and because my daughter complemented (gasp) me on it and actually said the words, "I like you in the color grey mom."

Elsewhere, on the grey front, I should also mention grey Red Head socks and a grey duvet cover-both Christmas presents. The socks and the cover have a lot in common besides their glorious color. Both are soft, warm, and pillowy. The socks are seriously like wearing pillows on my feet, and the duvet cover is like being enclosed in a feathery grey cocoon everynight. Oh, I will hate to say goodbye to winter because that will mean that the socks and cover will be too warm to be enjoyed. I guess I could find a grey ligthweight blanket and sundress to replace my seasonal must haves.

My weekend was especially spectacularly grey. Saturday, Eric scooted me right out of the house and sent to me look at my favorite shop in Kimmswick. I fell in love two feet in from the door. Oh goodness, the vintage grey stoned necklace was made for me. I left it at the store, feeling guilty about spending money on (another) vintage piece. I really should have learned my lesson though. I've "left" other things at that store before only to be purchased mere days later when our separation could no longer be tolerated (see "My Pretty NFS" as proof).

I also left six perfectly etched vintage champagne flutes there as well. Why do I fight it? At least I TRY! Certain things were made just for ME and to not claim possession of such things is a form of abandonment. I am not an abandoner! That just seems so thoughtless and uncaring-which I'm not! and to prove it, I will pick up my possessions that some crazy person is actually going to make me purchase, tomorrow, first thing. There is no blame here. I'm only fixing a wrong in the universe. Certain things belong together and the universe cannot be complete or go on when a whole are parts.

Sunday also proved to be a charming day as well. This time, I didn't fight grey; I claimed it quickly. It being the amazing cream vintage table cloth with grey embroidery that stole my heart. The crescent shaped cutouts, the scalloped edges, ALL framed in by perfect grey thread. My dad secretly bought it for me on an impromptu outing to an antique mall in Cuba (mom was there too!) It was the treasure of the day.

Harry just caught the snitch.

I'm finished for now. I'll be eagerly anticipating waking up to a grey March morning. Rain is the only thing that could make it even more perfect. That and my necklace and flutes still being where I accidentally left them.