Cars! They’re a love-hate relationship, right? They have to work, we demand that they do. Being stranded because the car passed out means we are powerless. Immobility means a total time rip in our lives! Work stops, the prickle of sweat starts to melt the makeup you so carefully applied as you silently or not, yell at the car and call it names as if it’s human and purposely trying to make your life miserable! #@&!!
It was nothing but a dead battery. Nothing? With a jump start, my car and my life were back on track. Repairs made to the car and my makeup, a deep breath, an apology for my bad behavior and off to work I go…….
in these Chartreuse yellow pants.
Thank goodness the French Carthusian monks drank (obviously in those monasteries there’s not much to do but make French moonshine) or there would never be Chartreuse liqueur and a name for the color yellow that is my pants. It’s interesting all about Chartreuse but I would rather talk about my outfit.
Simply put: I love this color. It’s not all yellowy-yellow, it has that touch of green. With the pants bought on sale, I, with my savings purchased this great go with anything chambray shirt. I’m feeling all French country side thinking: Can you imagine wearing the same color and style outfit everyday? The monk life is not for me.
Happy Friday Readers!
Photography by Taylor Hermanski