I was going out last night. Cold when I finished work, (my office has NO heating), I came in and quickly changed my top, putting on a jumper instead of the long-sleeved jersey top I’d been wearing. The jumper happened to be black. As I was already wearing black jeans, black socks and black shoes, this created a somewhat black from neck to toe ‘look’. One of my friends, late on in the evening, asked ‘Why are you wearing all black, are you depressed?’.
I wasn’t actually depressed last night, but his comment got me thinking…
A few years ago I wore black from head to toe all year round. It was so easy. All my clothes went with everything else in my wardrobe, I never had to think about it, just select a top and some ‘bottoms’ and it would ‘go’. There was also the whole thing of thinking that black is slimming, which it so isn’t. My husband used to get really fed up of it and beg me to wear some colour, he said I looked like a Greek widow, (I said that the Greek bit was a problem but widowhood could be arranged if he didn’t keep his opinions to himself). My mother would look in disgust at each new black item I bought. My children never saw me in colours when they were young.
A couple of years ago, newly single, I started to buy some new clothes, there was no conscious decision to ditch the black but gradually more colour started to creep in to my wardrobe.
There are some colours I never wear. There is no yellow in my wardrobe, I have never seen an item of yellow clothing that I’ve had any desire to wear; when tanned my skin is slightly olive toned and yellow just makes me look… oh I can’t think of the word…ugh… that’s it I look ugh in yellow. I never wear white, for one thing if I wear a white top it reminds me of both my school days and my days of working as a waitress, (in a hotel, not a cocktail bar, even if it was the 80s), and white just makes me feel huge, with several u’s, huuuuge. Baby pink makes me look and feel like a wibbly wobbly blancmange. Proper red, pillar box, scarlet, type red, makes me feel incredibly pale and washed out, wearing red actually makes me feel run-down and slightly ill.
I have no idea if the colours I do wear suit me. I’m normally found in jeans, so my bottom half is still in the dreaded black, or occasionally dark blue… just for a change. On my top half I wear blues, dark pinks, (raspberry sort of pink rather than baby pink), burgundy, browns. I still feel happier in darker shades rather than brights.
I realised last night that I don’t like myself in all black anymore, I wasn’t depressed last night, but neither was my choice of outfit doing anything to make me feel good about myself. The black batwing sweater that I loved so much a year ago just felt big, black and batty. I know I can look better than I looked last night.
So that’s it, I’m ditching all black for good, never again will I dress in black from neck to toe, from now on there will always be some colour in my life.
How about you, does the colour you’re wearing reflect your mood? Does the colour you’re wearing make you feel good or bad? Are there any colours you never wear, and why?