Turquoise Shmurquoise

If I had known I was going to quit my job and go back to school, I probably would have saved up a little bit. But I didn’t. At all. Since coming off  maternity leave in February I have spent every penny I made, specifically on turquoise-colored items. I have a problem.

I’ve been into a certain shade of turquoise-”vintage turquoise”-as I describe it, which has prompted me to invest in a 1960s turquoise rotary phone, a turquoise tea pot, a turquoise lamp, turquoise vases, turquoise nail polish, and several turquoise tees. There’s more but the list could drag on a while. I’m pretty sure I need an intervention and even my friend Tasha has tried to help me:

Me: holding up 2 of the same blouses Which one should I get, the pink or the turquoise?
Tasha: Um, you’ve been wearing a lot of turquoise lately, so maybe the pink?
Me: You’re right. This is a nice shade of pink too.
15 minutes later
Me: So I decided to put the pink back and get the turquoise. I thought about it and I  own a lot of pink, so I should probably get the turquoise.
Tasha: gives up, ponders whether to talk to me ever again

I do this every year: I obsess over a certain color then decide one day it gets on my nerves and I drop it. This is evident by the large amount of lavender decor in our apartment. We moved in last August along with my pastel purple obession I had at the time. Now every day I stare at my lavender curtains in the living room wondering if there’s something more for me out there.

And there is. It’s called put the debit card away and bust out the books. There’s grad school on the horizon, hello!!

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