Black and Blue

Yesterday when I got dressed, I put on a dark blue shirt, a pair of gray pants, and a navy blue sweater vest. At least I thought it was a navy vest. It was 20 degrees, and it was the first day I’d felt like wearing a sweater. The problem is, I got to work and looked at my sweater in more natural light and realized that it was actually black. So, as soon as I got in my office, I took off the sweater vest. I said something about it to my boss, and he said, “Oh, it’s ok.” I said That it was not ok in my book. He’s straight and has terrible fashion sense. He may be my boss but he rarely dresses like it.

Far too often, I can’t tell the difference between black and blue. Most of the time, I have to compare a piece of clothing that I know for certain if it is either is blue or black. I thought I’d done that yesterday, but apparently, even that didn’t work. Maybe I’ll have to start comparing everything against Isabella. I know for certain that she’s black. Oh well, at least I didn’t wear two different shoes.