G-R-E-E-N!
If I never hear that word again, it will be too soon. Gr--- used to be my favorite color when I was a girl. My mom made me a mint green Easter dress one year. She, of course, finished it very last minute and the zipper was in crooked. She slapped a couple of bows on the back so that I could get by wearing it to church Easter morning. Can't remember if she ever corrected her error--I think she did.
My first prom dress was green. It was a full-length simple A-line sheath with a ribbon at the Empire-waist line. I made it myself out of a fabric we called crepe.
At some point I migrated to blue as a favorite color, and then red.
My best look is a rusty brown. For quite awhile in the 1980s I had a fantastic auburn mini-wale corduroy shirt dress. It was the best, and I regret ever giving it away.
I'm sick of hearing gr--- in regards to fashion, food, design, cars, paper, whatever. Just be a good steward of the environment and shut up about it.
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