I love the entire rainbow.

I can’t even decide on my favourite colour.

I normally have 3 colours I love, and they change occasionally.

Right now? Dandelion Yellow, Pale Pearl Pink and a Deep Sapphire Blue.

That’s why I am fascinated by this Pantone-printed Leather club chair originally found here at If it’s hip it’s here.

Looks like a whacked out Rubik’s Cube

Just spent a lazy Sunday thinking out loud to BF about the paradoxes of women & money that I’ve read about, listened to, and experienced personally.

Our Families

We are told that a man will come along and eventually take care of us. Yet many women are left penniless in retirement, divorced, on their own and/or helpless.

We are quietly told by our moms and grandmothers to have a little saved aside for emergencies that no one else knows about. But we are clueless as to the reason why.

Fathers tell their sons that they’re ‘on their own’ in life. But they switch the message for their daughters, telling them ‘not to worry’, because there’ll be someone to help you.

We live with a chronic fear of being left alone & clueless. But we don’t or won’t take part in any financial decisions in the household.

Our Things

We want things. Yet we feel guilty for wanting them.

We know we are nearing the edge of financial disaster. But we don’t want to give up our lifestyle.

We know what we need to live on. But we spend beyond our basic needs.

We want to save to feel financially secure. Yet we spend instead, to feel financially secure.

We don’t talk about money with our friends. But we do it indirectly with what we bought and will buy.

We find materialism crass. But we want to be able to afford it.

Our Emotions

We are told not to worry about money. Yet we think about it all the time.

We want to make enough money. But we don’t know what enough means to us.

We don’t want to end up bag ladies. But we don’t save or want to deal with money at all.

We know we know nothing about money. But we continue to live in denial.

We want to be in control of our money. But we live in fear of it.

We don’t want to talk about being rich. But we talk about being ‘successful’.

We like money.

But we resent the fact that we do.