Me, lacking color courage, afraid to hello a new hue. You, acquiescing to a bland bargain of worth tones and fair weather continuity.
Where went the pin-up pout? Who stored that glamour girl grin? Who purchased that settee that set our ways to nit pick the nick knacks but not notice that night-time is no longer the right time and the wee-hours no longer welcoming?
Once, when alone, we were the decor–together with little decorum. Rearranging each other and framing the moment.
A repost from damn near a decade ago.