White – the color of August
After turquoise in July – which was fine, but honestly a bit repetitive – white has arrived like a breath of fresh air. I was really looking forward to it. Not just because I love the color, but because I have so many white clothes. And I mean a lot. Tops, skirts, pants, dresses – I could probably go three months without doing laundry and still not run out of white things to wear.
White has always been my favorite. I wear it year-round, but especially in summer. I love how it looks against sun-kissed skin, how clean and fresh it feels, how quiet it is. White doesn’t need to make a statement. It just is. Open. Clear. Full of potential.
This month, I’m going all in. It’s white only. No other colors, no denim, no distractions. Just white – in all its softness, sharpness, lightness, and space. I want to live inside it for a while.
It fits perfectly with this moment. My kids are on summer break, we’re going on holiday, and everything feels light. I don’t think this month can surprise me – but of course, it always might.
White feels like a blank page. Like anything could happen, or maybe nothing will – and either way, that’s okay. It’s a color of beginning, but also of pause. It’s the color I wear when I don’t want to think too hard. When I just want to be.
After months full of color and emotion, white gives me space. Not empty space, but open space. A soft, quiet pause. It doesn’t ask anything of me. And that feels just right.
White is everything and nothing. A reset. A canvas. A question mark. And for now – that’s exactly what I need.
