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It started on Father’s Day. My brother and I were on our way to our hometown to play golf with my dad and our other brothers. As we were about to get on the train, my brother leaned down and picked up a penny from the ground. All I thought was, Who is this crazy person I’m traveling with?

“It’s a lucky penny,” he said. What? He saw another and picked it up. “Here’s one for you,” he said. I put it in my pocket, not knowing why. “Haven’t you ever heard of lucky pennies?” Ummm…no.

While my golf game was certainly not stellar that day, I did have a ball marker thanks to this penny (and might I say my putting was on point!).

That was also the day my family convinced me to go to the doctor for my suspicious mole that, it turned out, was melanoma. (Now gone.)

While I’m not particularly superstitious, I started noticing pennies everywhere after that, and I began to pick them up. What followed was a season of winning, and by that I mean I had incredible luck. In the summer, I won every single contest I entered (and I don’t even enter contests!), so that meant front-row seats to a few Broadway shows, new drinking glasses for my apartment, free mag subscriptions, lots of make-up, scoring a nice apartment that was already spoken for, having the best surgeons operate on me and not having to pay for it, getting a really cool job, and having enough male suitors that I never lacked in attention.

Why bother to pick up a dirty penny, worth about nothing, especially if you are not in need? But I’ve collected so many and I’ve had so much luck since that first one. It’s almost scary how often things go my way. So I made a decision last week to STOP picking up pennies. It’s really hard because I see them and feel the urge. Who am I? But I need to spread the wealth. Other people need it more than I do at this point—not the penny, but the luck that comes with it. If only everyone could be so lucky:)

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A couple of weeks ago, I had the privilege of going to what has been named one of the best haunted adventure destinations in the country: The Headless Horseman Hayrides and Haunted Houses in Ulster Park, NY. This place is no joke: You can’t bring in cameras, they seriously pat you down for weapons and drugs, and there is a very long line for every activity, as if in a theme park, even though you’ve reserved your tickets in advance. But it’s worth it: Nothing ever scares me, and I had some truly terrifying moments here, which brings me to my current musings on color.

I was part of a fun group of four, but I was wearing a neon orange skirt and everyone else was more or less neutral—jeans and dark colors. And I was by far the most attacked by zombies, killer nurses, and other horrific creatures in the haunted houses. At first I thought it was because I was first, and by leading the group, the crazies naturally went for me. After being accosted by several people, I went through another house as the last person in the group. I also tried the third position. No matter what, I was always singled out and chased after. A guy with a chainsaw literally almost killed me (though someone said they aren’t real chainsaws, which was obvious when he put it to my leg, they certainly look and sound real), and this gets especially scary when you try to run away only to run into some other mummy or freaky butcher or gosh! there were a lot of characters. Everyone with me really got a kick out of this; I think I was the only one truly frightened—because I kept being targeted!

So I am blaming this all on the orange skirt, which stood out in the pitch black more than the muted colors of those around me. It attracted all of the creeps! However, we can all use this to our advantage. Bright colors attract. NYCers should especially listen up. When you want to be noticed, get rid of all that damn black. Just think about how when you’re walking down the street in the winter and you see someone with a yellow coat. You notice. You remember that one pedestrian. And let’s face it: this city needs a lot more color in the coat months. It literally brightens the day.

Today for instance, I have on a green skirt, a yellow scarf, and a red fall coat with silk leopard print on the inside. My bag is faux snakeskin silvery gold (I know this all sounds like it clashes, but trust me, the shades of each piece work together). Now in a sea of black, how many heads DIDN’T turn? My swagger can’t take all the credit ;). My point is, if you want attention, if you want to be memorable, colorize your look. If you want to remain anonymous, forgettable (you are dealing with an embarrassing scandal right now, for instance), eliminate bright from your wardrobe and wear black, brown, and gray.


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