So...back to white.
I have recently fallen back in love with the white T-shirt. Or rather, I guess, in love for the first time. I always had a thing for them on other people - particularly men (think James Dean. Enough said). But I guess I've never had the confidence for them myself. During the post-college years, I hid behind a black wardrobe...nothing original there. And in recent years I've had a lengthy flirtation with camisoles and little sweaters.
Only recently have I come to understand the simple pleasures of a white cotton shirt, and since I only have two weeks left of my "white" month, I figured I'd better celebrate it while I have the chance.