une lassitude amusée

I find myself exhausted of colour. I would like to burn all articles of clothing I own that are anything other than black. I manage to tolerate the look of deep brown, deep grey, or what I fondly call "sludge." Sludge is one of my favourite colours. But I have no interest in those shades, I only just managed to put my sludgy tartan wool scarf on this morning, because I figured I needed a slight variation from my black uniform. For those who don't know me well, I own a lot of jewelry. It doesn't happen on purpose, I do not shop for it myself, but many birthdays and christenings and grandmothers and aunts and a lovely mother mean that I have amassed a large collection and I do not part with any of it. I litter my apartment with bangle after bangle and chains and little earrings. Throughout the day I pile more on, like the change of the guard I will switch from golds to pearls and perhaps a plastic white thing. It is good for my soul, I admire my own jewelry on me, for the simple appreciation of the object, it lifts me. I am glad that today, amidst bleak exhaustion, droopy lids, lovely lattes and a little daffodil plant in my apartment being the only colour I can adore, I am relieved to be with my jewelry. At least. 

- Olivia