Loving Him Was Red

Or was it seeing red?

(Not déjà vu, I’m reposting this again.)

I’d be remiss if I didn’t make the correlation between this outfit and a Taylor Swift song lyric. As I’ve mentioned before, girlfriend speaks poetic brilliance, and what better way to weave her into a story line than during Valentine’s Month?

As you may remember from last year’s video, Valentine’s Day is a favorite holiday of mine, and as you may have heard through the grapevine of people I don’t like, yours truly isn’t living the passionate-as-sin life right now. But I wore this outfit to discuss colors and country singer turned pop star song lyrics, not my breakup.*

Tay loved him red. I get that. I know that. Losing him blue was easy to comprehend too. We’ve all lived that. But what about the in between? It’s not like your relationship suddenly jumps off a cliff and things are bad. It’s more like a snowflake tumbling down a mountain and somewhere near the bottom it turns into a deadly avalanche. It’s gradual.

Box of blue tissues aside, Ms. Swift fails to mention purple. What is purple? Well my friends, purple is that downward spiral of cryptic text messages, make up sex, drunk dials, feeling possessed while being possessive, quiet dinners, hand holding and conversations about fantasy football. It’s off and on red with a blue light at the end of the tunnel.

I hate purple.

Purple is bad. It’s exercise without the endorphins or weight loss. It means about-face and run but no one ever runs. We are lazy and we do yoga DVDs instead of 5ks so we ignore the warning signs and prolong the inevitable by contorting ourselves into people that we are not because we also saw that the Victoria’s Secret Angels box so we think we can fight too. But that’s stupid. Fighting sucks. You fell in love with a person for a reason. Why would you want to fight them? Do yourself a solid and as soon as you see purple, fast forward to blue so you can get back to neutral territory. (I’m assuming that it’s yellow if we are dealing with the primary color spectrum.)

I’m not sharing this as a bitter ex lover single on Valentine’s Day. I’m still in love with what today represents—celebrating love—more specifically: happiness and chocolate and flowers and wine. I thought it was important to empathize with those who may not be that happy today. But life isn’t all reds and blues. As soon as you accept that breakups or loneliness are natural things, you will look back on the good times and disregard the bad. You’ll stop rolling your eyes at the couple holding hands and you will smile because you are content. There are a lot of things to love in life and having a secret admirer or little orange Hermès box to open shouldn’t dictate that.

Cheers your girlfriends for being by your side or smile to yourself with homemade breakfast in bed. Go be Glen Coco at the bar tonight or take a luxurious bubble bath with candles and Lana Del Ray. Allow yourself to love today and forget the purples and the blues. 

Happy Valentine's Day, loves! xxo

*I originally wore this outfit because I love a monochromatic red ensemble, lip and all. The love ramblings came while titling this post and realizing everything I wanted to say would be taken way too literally.