purple people eater
Nothing says, "purple people eater," quite like a headless human. Heads are overrated anyhow, right? I will always remember something my grandfather told me when I was 17:
Such a wise man he is, well look I did it! Am I skinny now? *sigh* #whatever. I'm sure each of us have a color that we naturally gravitate towards. If you don't know, just go look in your closet or armoire, or wherever it is you keep your dressings. In my case, I love purple. My predilection for this color started at the naive age of 4. Similarly at that somehow defining time in my life, a friend's Dad (lord only knows how I remember this; considering most of what happened prior to 2006 is a total blur) remarked, "Kelly, you know one day you'll like boys more than you like the color purple." I don't know mister, you see, my purple ensembles will never wake up one day and tell me they don't love me anymore. Thanks for that Carrie. Moving on, it is summatime and I am still rocking a cashmere blend magenta/purple-ish scarfy. As if there is any other color I could wear with this outfit?!?! CLOTHES > BROS, don't forget it ladies!
Cheers to all my other purple people eaters out there, get on with yo badselves! ;-)