I'm a grayaholic.
The intervention occurred as I was packing for the Pocono getaway. I came into the room and they were all there waiting for me, sitting on the bed. It was jarring to say the least, to see them all there together like that. At first I was in denial, it couldn't be true, could it? My favorite color is pink. But no, they said, it's not pink. It's gray, and it's not just a regular gray, it's the dark seedy type of gray, called charcoal. I tried to run out of the room, but they wouldn't let me. They went through a long list of items and told me my post on Gap Dress Down was a subconscious cry for help. Then, they showed me my latest purchase made on a street corner, in some dark alley...a Victoria Secret charcoal gray nightie with matching underwear. They told me my life is being consumed by charcoal gray and they are afraid of me overdosing.
I was still in denial. Until they showed me this:
Charcoal gray lipstick? It was then that I realized I'm at the bottom of the barrel, swimming in dark gray and smearing it on my lips as well. Tim Gunn is waiting in my driveway, I'm off to fashion rehab.
