As I dressed this morning, I put on my favorite solid black "party pants" (I have lots of comfy, long jammie pants for convalescing around the house, and I call them "party pants", after I found a book called, "Life is Short - Wear Your Party Pants"). I then shopped my closet for the right shirt to wear. As my eyes rested on one of my favorite long-sleeve tees (just right for January in Texas, where the high will be in the 60's today, but I'll be in the house where it's warmer), I had to giggle to myself and say, "Oh, no - a red shirt!"
I have lots of red shirts. I like red. It's a power color. I was born on July 25, and as a Leo (and recovering control freak), I like power. Rubies are my birthstone. Red is my favorite color. Even my son likes red. Whenever we play a board game, we both clamor for the red gamepiece.
BUT - if you're a character on Star Trek (especially a relatively obscure one) and the wardrobe department puts you in a red shirt, you'd better call your agent for a new acting gig. It's always the obscure character in the red shirt that gets killed off in Star Trek episodes. Now, I know I'm not a character on Star Trek, but I am a huge fan of the TV series, "Lost", and as we watch and try to guess who may or may not survive in any given episode, my husband and I often joke about looking for someone in a red shirt. It's the mark of a marked person. Since death is kind of a relevant topic nowadays, I felt a little silly grabbing my own red shirt.
So anyway, here I sit in that red shirt and my party pants, trying not to feel ominous! Instead, I decided to think that I am simply a visual embodiment of the title of that fun book, "Life is Short - Wear Your Party Pants"!