Let's just be trends with benefits, ok?

So, purple is very in for fall. Everyone is talking about purple.

Purple purple purple.

For some reason purple isn't a color I wear (probably has something to do with the whole prominent vein situation). Purple and I parted ways a long while back. Now, I never said I wouldn't be seen with purple. I mean, we didn't break up or anything, we just didn't have any chemistry. So, you know, pfft.

But now I'm thinking I'd like to give it another go. Purple and I can't be totally on the outs forever. Can we?

Let's be clear about this: I'm not suddenly into purple just because it is "in" for fall. I don't jump on every trend trolley that swings through town. However, because it is "in," it is everywhere and now it is in my style consciousness. I daydream about me and purple hanging out, possibly going to a party. The inherent virtue of purple is why I want to reexamine my relationship with purple. It has nothing to do with popularity.

Oh, let's face it. I'm susceptible to the siren song of collective desire.

What's a girl to do? There has to be some way I can work this out.

I think I'm going to start a small flirtation, maybe eyeliner and shoes; a casual coffee drink together. If all goes well perhaps we'll heat things up with some eggplant colored pants; perchance we shall get a little drunk together. Could be fun.

But listen, I'm not looking for anything serious so don't get too clingy. I'm going to be honest, I still have a thing going with orange and gold. No hurt feelings right?

Phlebotomist is a word I love to say and I will every chance I get

We all have something that we love about ourselves and we all have something we hate. For me these things change from moment to moment depending on life, workout, water retention etc. On those days when I have a hard time finding something to like, I can always rely on my default: I have great veins.

I received my first compliment when I was donating blood.

Phlebotomist: You have really great veins.
Me: Really?
Phlebotomist: I bet you hear that a lot.
Me: No, not really.
Phlebotomist: This is going to be my easiest stick all day. What a pleasure.
Me: Ummm, thanks.
Phlebotomist: Wow, that bag filled up quickly.

Gross.

And yet, after I recovered from passing out and was enjoying my jelly dot cookie (they made me eat it) I decided that if all else failed at least these veins were something I could always love about myself. Up to this point they were something of an annoyance. I always knew they were pretty prominent considering my practically see through skin but I didn't really have time to obsess about them what with my thighs and bad hair days and homework and stuff. Well it doesn't take as much time or effort to actually like something about yourself so I welcomed the opportunity.

I credit my veins for getting me a part in Dracula. These babies make me really attractive to vampires. Awesome.

Another plus: if I'm ever in some kind of accident and I need blood, there will be no time wasted trying to find my veins for a transfusion. That's valuable.

So anyway, my fingers feel like sausages today and I didn't have time to workout but at least I have my veins. That's all I'm saying.