We wore white.
CURSED. Wearing white = cursed. Simple as that. Bird poop. Ketchup. Venti no-foam vanilla lattes. Oh, I’ll just wear this new deodorant today… DID MY DEODORANT JUST STAIN MY WHITE SHIRT? OH GAWD. It’s just sweat. Ew ew ew ew.
This is all to say, we’ve been wearing a lot of white lately. So, um… tons of bird poop. Tons of ketchup. Tons of new deodorant. And in consequence, we carry this little miracle worker around with us everywhere we go. But, that’s a boring fact to tell. What’s more interesting is this gif.
Somehow, someway, a white baseball tee or a pair of white Levi’s seem more bold to us than a busy print. Maybe it’s the starkness of the white. Maybe it’s the minimalism. Maybe it’s the feeling of not needing to strain your eyes to figure out what’s going on with an outfit so loud in colors or patterns.
True story: every time we go into Target, Costco, even our temple, IKEA, we freak the freak out, sensory overload. We’re always like, “Wait, do we need this jumbo pack of chapstick?! DO WE NEED BUY ONE GET ONE NAPKINS?! Oh my gourd, LOOK. ENORMOUS BOTTLES OF WINE. This is ONLY A DOLLAR?!”
So maybe it’s something like that.
It’s just a white shirt. It’s just a white pair of jeans.
And that feels good. For now, we’re addicted to wearing white. Which is probably bad (for our checking account) because ASOS (our go-to for white jeans, white shirts) is having a 50% sale RIGHT NOW.