Yellow
‍My love affair with her began years ago. She slipped softly into my story—pale and cable knit. A sweater I threw on with jeans and Keds—yes, Keds. Alas, she was an unrequited love. I was young and careless with her heart. Washed on hot, she shrunk from me—elusive. She broke my heart.
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Years later, I discovered her again. This time she was a sheer delight, a sun-kissed gold-drenched blouse that I layered over white tanks, front tucking her into denim shorts, boyfriend jeans. She stole the show. But, sadly, like all good love affairs, she was short-lived and was relegated to the back of the closet, rarely to be seen again.
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Her golden hue was set aside, and, in her stead, I turned to her fairer sister, butter. A soft suede blouse that moonlighted as a jacket—to die for.
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Ah, butter! She garnered quite a following. The masses flocked to her, as house after house showcased her on their runways.
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And then—stopped dead in her tracks.
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The queen declared she’d had her day—IYKYK (if you know, you know), and with a wave of her wand, she crowned lemontini heir apparent to summer’s throne.
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Bolder than butter, anointed with gold—Hailey ushered in a limited-edition lip peptide, named lemontini, of course. Alongside it: two new blushes, tan line and sun soak, and a lemon-yellow makeup bag and phone case.
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And like good subjects, we all lined up. Yellow, once again, continued her reign.
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So drench your lips in Rhode’s new peptide. Top your basic white tee with a sun-kissed baseball cap. Slip your feet into a pair of Havaianas. Throw a golden cable knit over your shoulders. And switch out your glazed donut nails for a ray of sunshine.
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Embrace her in all of her glory. She’s been ordained.