I never used to feel comfortable in bright colours.
Too conspicuous somehow. Too visible. Too out there.
No, I needed my camouflage of basic black to blend in and be at one with the crowd.
Black was classic, wasn't it? Chic? Slimming?
I used black to cloak my insecurities and hide behind.
But that all changed. I wasn't happy in black anymore. I didn't want to feel drab in my head to toe dark shades. I didn't want to look the same as everyone else. I wanted to look like me.
I suddenly seemed to crave colours. Blooming pinks. Sunny yellows. Passionate purples. Zesty greens. Brightening blues. I wanted zingy, tangy, delectable shades of the rainbow. I wanted outfits in every hue, every pattern.
And now, looking at my rainbow hued wardrobe, I feel satisfied. Happy. Complete.
The colours I wear reflect the mood I am in.
The colours I wear reflect the different aspects of my personality.
The colours I wear are me.
I do still wear black, but only in small doses. A jacket here. Tights there. A cardigan to throw in the mix.
I've found that just a little goes a long way after my years of black overdose.
And that is why I just can't seem to wear this divine wool vintage dress that I found last year. It is so overwhelmingly black! It feels amazing on, and is beautifully made but it is most definitely, indisputably black.
(Isn't it terrible that I have the most gorgeous head piece on and all I can focus on is the big scar on my forehead!I try and tell myself that I look like Harry Potter but sometimes I just don't believe it.)
So I tried to brighten up my black with lots of stunning vintage beaded lovelies.
This newly thrifted bag was working over time but I still think the black was just too overpowering.
Next time I will try the dress with a bright belt and multi-hued necklace and see if that lifts it.
I think I fared a bit better with this outfit with the green giving a nice little punch of colour.
And I have learnt that after a day with more than a dab of black on I need to let loose and don wild and crazy colours and prints the next day so I can feel a little more like me. Colour me happy!
With all of my misgivings about black you can understand my dilemma when I attended the Soundwave music festival in February. This is a music festival where heavy metal fans mingle with punks and goths and the uniform is black, black and some more black.
Add the issues of comfort, port a loos and drunken festival goers who would not have any respect for my pretty frocks, and I was in a real pickle. I didn't want to blend in with everyone else, but I didn't want to ruin a vintage dress and limp about in heels either.
So I caved. I wore black. But only some. The purple I added to the outfit managed to get me through the day.
That and awesome bands. Lots of awesome and loud bands. Oh yeah!