It occurs to me, while digging in my closet each day, I wear entirely too much black. Dressing in black is a habit I picked up in my retail days. As a buyer traveling to New York in my 20’s and 30’s, I felt so chic dressed in the latest black wool coat or black sleek sheath. Everything matched, packing was easy and I blended in with the NY fashion scene.
What began as a deliberate method of dressing 35 years ago has become a habit. Dressing in black requires fewer shoes, fewer accessories and fewer decisions. Everything goes with everything and packing is still very easy. Thing is, I am so accustom to wearing black that anything colorful feels a little awkward, a unfamiliar on my body. Put on vivid orange or pink and I feel downright uncomfortable.
My mother use to tell me that black was an “old lady’s” color. She wore turquoise and green and bright navy blue. I don’t think she every owned much black (except for a black dressy dress). Now that I have officially reached old lady status, I think it is time to step out of my comfort zone and make my peace with color.
Hope your life is filled with color! Thanks for reading…
