Recently the winter blahs must have caught me.  I looked into my closet and saw a sea of black, punctuated by the occasional brown or drab olive.  Having wrestled with grief since my oldest son's death nearly two years ago, some kind of break seemed imminent. 

Last weekend, I made my rounds at the Logan Valley Mall and Logan Town Centre with one objective: COLOR!  I found it, and it has truly made a difference.  I've been sporting blues and greens this week, and await a more springlike day to bring out the pink.  Now when I open my closet, it sings to me.

Sitting at my desk eating lunch just now, I observed dozens of women leaving the hotel across the street.  Each was dressed stylishly in a long black coat.  And I began to wonder . . . how much does the color - or lack of it - in our wardrobe influence our outlook?  It could be just the winter blahs talking, but I think a little color can change a person's outlook.