Glamatron

I’m BAACCCCKKKK!  I don’t want to even think about when my last blog post was, but thatnks be to Inanna, we’re still going.  Frankly, I was worrying whether I would sill even be able to post. (Praise be to Inanna, praise be to Inanna.)

In other words, MOVING IS HELL! And I am, after two months, still living out of many boxes.  It’s okay, because boxes are a neutral brown and everything else is a neutral, neutral, neutral.  Just try to find anything that’s not beige, gray or an accent color with a yellow undertone, so that it can blend with all that gray and beige.

I blame Martha Stewart for this.  She didn’t start it, but she sure pushed that minimalist dead-colored palate upon us mainstream bourgeoisie.  And while this may lead to a, er, restful environment–and one that flatters someone of Martha’s coloring, it has spilled over badly into fashion.  What I wouldn’t give for some clear jewel tones at Anthropologie.  But, no . . .

My only ray of hope is a very purple/blue cover on this month’s House and Garden–something about Italian design.  Dare I hope that some hue vaguely flattering to my complexion will show up on a dress or at least a pillow?