During these grayish, icky winter days, I find I crave color. Yesterday, I painted my kitchen. A spur of the moment act, it brought a fresh, clean look to a room I've stopped seeing because it's so familiar. Then I pulled on my dressy black jeans and felt as if I'd dropped into the wintery hole once more. Thought a second, because I really like these jeans and they're warmer than my Levis, and it hit me. I own red shoes. Three pairs. Loafers, pumps, and heeled sandals.
Red loafers it was. Instantly, I felt perkier. I may live in these red shoes until April.
So if you can't paint your kitchen, buy red shoes. Or do both.