30 Days of Red

One day, I had an idea. As with most of my ideas, it involved interior design. I decided it would be a good idea to redecorate my room using all neutrals. I must have been going through a particularly stressful time or something to crave that much soothing monotone. So, I immediately went out and purchased the bedding and curtains and accessories to make my vision a reality, because that is pretty much how I respond to all of my decorating ideas. I'm pretty sure whatever sickness that is, it has letters and they make pills for it...but, I prefer to decorate (or eat) instead of facing my problems.

ANYhoo...when the room was done, I loved it. I felt so HGTV and grown-up. Then, a few months later, I changed my sheets...but, um, not for the first time...just as a part of my usual routine. I'm not gross. Only, for whatever reason, this time instead of putting on the beige ones I'd been (washing regularly and) using, I opted for a set of aqua sheets from the linen closet. As I walked out of the room and turned to switch off the light, I caught a glimpse of that beautiful aqua in the sea of beige that was my room and my heart smiled. It was then I realized I NEED color in my life. It makes me happy.

One color in particular makes me particularly happy. That color is Red. I definitely have  a bent towards turquoise/aqua/teal, too, but the color red just does something to me. It makes me extra happy and bouncy and sassy.

So, this morning, after a pretty miserable yesterday, I decided to slap on some red lipstick. It wouldn't be exaggerating to say I painted my lips red with hope-filled fingers and a prayer in my heart...it might be a bit dramatic and verbose, but it wouldn't be exaggerating. (Author's note: I've always had a flair for the dramatic. So much so, my father used to call me "Madame Butterfly.")

And, you know what? It worked. 

Twenty-four hours prior, I was grumpy and generally not fit to be around humans and today, I found myself texting a friend a list of all the things I was thankful for at that moment...and feeling genuinely giddy about it. So, naturally, I decided to paint my nails red, too.
Day 1

Then, I decided, I needed to wear red more.

Then, I decided, I needed to wear something red for the next 30 days.

Then, I decided, I needed to write about how my daily life is effected by intentionally doing one simple thing I know generally result in making my heart a bit happier, my spirit a bit lighter.

So, gentle, patient, indulgent reader, you meet me at Day 1 of "30 Days of Red", or, because I'm all techie and stuff, #30daysofred...not to be confused with "30 Days o' Fred." That's a totally different thing.

If nothing else, I hope a couple of us smiles at least once a day along the way.