NO, I am not headed to a funeral.
YES, I do wear black – a lot – thanks for noticing.
I am a very happy, cheerful, sunny person.
YES, I do have other colors in my closet.
White and cream and grey…
oh, and one pink sweater – told ya.
On the east side of my closet hang my various tops and before you ask, they are coal, ebony, onyx – okay, okay – they are pretty much all black. BUT, they are all different…some have buttons, some have sleeves, others are short-sleeved or without any sleeves. There are V-necks, round necks, cut-outs and zippers. AND some are cotton, others linen and still others some kind of blend thrown into the mix.
Transfer your gaze slightly to the right where my shoes are staged in all their charcoal, jet-black glory. Boots, booties- thigh-high, flat and platformed. The single pair of white booties making quite the graphic statement.
There are black pants and black sweaters. Black leggings and black undies. Black jackets, purses, wraps and skirts. And black dresses I haven’t worn in years. I do spy a smattering of white, a dash of cream and a sprinkling of grey.
I have tried to like all the colors of the rainbow. And I do like them…just not on ME. Racks of black clothing call my name – I am habitually drawn to their dusky arrangements. Perhaps my emotional support color? Color kinda scares me…it’s scary people. It’s all vivid and psychedelic and glittery. I like a little razzle-dazzle…but mostly not.
For now, I will continue to wave my colorless freak flag as I present my monochromatic…let’s call it ‘sassy in black’ or ‘darksome chic’…draped self.
~ image via Pinterest
Too funny!!!! And so universally true!!!
Yep us and all our black clothing!!