So when I told Ted that orange was the color post this week over at Chartreuse and a Twist, and then mentioned that I wasn't sure what the fuck I was going to take a photo of because I have like one thing that is orange (a beach bag) and it is sort of orange in spite of itself. I mean, I like it despite the fact that it's orange.
Ted pointed out the irony of this, as the chair in which I spend, oh, let's say 6 hours a day is, in fact, orange. And he's right. It is. And like the beach bag, I like the chair in spite of its color. Here it is in all its orange glory:
Except I rarely see it like that. Here's the view when you're sitting in the chair - so, basically, what I see for most of the day:
But that doesn't mean I hate EVERYTHING orange. I like Hermes orange. What's that? Hermes is expensive? Yes, I know. Nice to meet you. If I ever get my credit cards back, here's what I'll be orange-ing it up with: