One of my husband's most frequent comments is that I wear little color in the winter. I'm always in the bedroom getting dressed while he sits on the couch and waits for me to eventually emerge in yet another monochrome outfit much to his dismay. I believe Jay's fondness for bright outfits and colors can be traced right back to this jovial personality. He likes things light, airy and with a hint of happiness. He just doesn't get why so much dark. Not that he needs to, I like my clothes and he's actually very correct that I do gravitate more towards dark in the winter. But it's just a few months of the year and I think he'll be just fine with a little black. But the problem is that the repetition in which he pesters me about it results in me just auto-piloting my defensive responses. "You only wear black." "That's not true." "Yes it is." "No, you just never notice when I'm in color." "When was the last time you wore color?" "Probably last weekend? I don't know."
^Sorry for poor quality, it's just an iPhone pic
But I guess I lost my entire argument last weekend when we were walking through the Marina and somehow got on the conversation of "Game of Thrones". It was then and there that we determined just who I looked like.
That moment when it's time to be honest with yourself about who your fashion muse really is ... 🚽❄️// #YouBetterGetThatEmoji #JonSnow #youknownothingjonsnow #Got #fashionicon #allblack #gameofthrones #nightswatch #HouseStark #sanfrancisco #marinadistrict #twinsies #thenorthremembers #werebothdoglovers
And we couldn't stop laughing. And I realized that, while I can still enjoy and revel in my seasonal dark-clothes fondness ... I do, in fact, need to at least own that yes, I, Caitlin, dress like Jon Snow in the winter.