If I see something yellow I buy it. I’ve had several yellow cars, painted rooms yellow, have yellow shoes. Sadly, as much as I love yellow, it isn’t the most flattering color on me–but, still, I buy yellow shirts.
The reasons? I have none but I do have a guess. Yellow is like sunshine. I see it and it cheers me up, makes me smile. Could be seasonal affective disorder and I treat it by surrounding myself with yellow. Or, it could be simply because I like yellow. One of the few things George and I disagreed vehemently on was color: he was a fan of more neutral colors. I ceded that point to him but used bright color in my study and bath.
I realized this, as if I didn’t kow, yesterday when I saw a yellow plate with white dots on it. I had to buy it. Fortunately–because I am really cheap–the plate didn’t cost much. 
Another weakness: a calendar with either kittens or cocker spaniels on it. I limit myself to one a year–not easy–or I’d have them covering every wall of the apartment. However, I don’t buy clothing with kittens or puppies on it because, after all, one must act one’s age. And Stacy and Clinto would make me throw them all away (a reference to What Not to Wear, if you don’t pick up on those names).
What is an automatic buy for you?
