Neutrals with a pop of primary colors, like a half empty box of Crayola crayons.
“It was that kind of crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.”
She dressed like an after-hours librarian. The books somehow brought out the color in her cheeks. She hid love letters in the stacks, between books on the highest shelves, or taped under tables.
Isn’t it lovely how the clothes best worn on grey April days are interchangeable with those for crisp, crackly October?