Just change your bra, already.

You know that moment. When you wake up and throw on a bra- its your favorite bra- and it just happens to be bright purple. You quickly flip through your clothes trying to find a shirt that won’t show the color of your bra through it. With no avail, you run down the hall into your roomates closet- still no luck. That is when I fling the door open to Liz’s room trying to find SOMETHING appropriate for work to wear that won’t show my bra.
There is a simple solution to this- change your bra. I mean yeah, you have a few other white or off white bras in your dresser- but you already have this one on! For any guy that is reading this- it may sound stupid- but for any girl that is reading this- you can totally relate. (as if we actually have people reading our blog)

This happened to me the other day- I work at Paper Source, and you have to look pretty pulled together, so a colorful bra is not really the look I was going for. Liz just looked at me while I was desperately throwing clothes on and was like, “erin, just change your bra.” ABSOLUTLY NOT was the first thought through my head. Its just such a pain. (Where as trying 50 different shirts on and cleaning them up after isn’t) After many outfit attempts I finally listened to Liz (this doesn’t happen often) and changed my bra. I was much happier and more comfortable all day.  This my dear readers, is not the point of the story. But the moral can be applied to many things- especially in our lives.

If you read Liz’s post below you already know about the struggs of our living room. Its been a constant push and pull. It too big, its too white, now its too bright, theres no wall space, now it looks like a retirement community in florida, yadda yadda… Then around midnight last night Liz and I were sprawled out on the living room floor and we just couldnt take it anymore. We are both very busy people- I mean VERY busy. She works Five days a week 9-5 and works at a restaurant nights and weekends. I work about 25 hours a week, take classes, and intern 9-5 two days a week. This puts us in a place where we don’t get much sleep and are still trying to enjoy the tiny bit of our “youth” we have left before we have to go be real people. We are both also design-color-happy-particular people. When something isn’t working in a room- we are not happy. Our living room has been a source of unhappiness for a month now.

Last night, we reached our breaking point. Around midnight, paint samples were flung around the room while we debated various shades of gray, green, pink, white, teal and finally settled on a nice color called, “twilight gray” This was weird. The only color we could agree on was gray? what? (Gray isn’t even a color its a shade of light!!) So in true Liz fashion, she brought in a POP of color. And by pop of color I mean she brought in her left-over teal paint from her bedroom and we immediately attacked the ugly Florida retirement community watered-down seafoam walls we had been living with.

and- VOILA! everthing is already starting to feel better. Even when delusion struck around 2:30 am we were still laying on our newly slip covered couch amongst the cat hair, staring at our new teal wall.

Sometimes you really just change something, from as simple as your bra, to as in depth as your wall color to make everything “right” again. That was a lesson I learned last night- especially because I 1- hate to be wrong and 2- hate change. Sometimes you just have to do it. and really, if you know in the back of your head that a “color” is not right or is not working for you- then that “color” is probably not right, and you should change it.

–see what i did there.