black and me

I’ve had dreadlocks for a few years now. They’re uh, “dramatic”. (My Style Statement is Sacred Dramatic.) Around the time I dreaded my hair, I’d was just starting to lose weight from having my baby. I’d been spending a lot of time in big black t-shirts. And I was redefining my self in some ways.It was time to say goodbye to a lot of things, and that meant wearing black.

Something overtook me. I was channeling some fashion force that inspired me to expunge all things black from my wardrobe. Over the course of a few months, I hauled bags and boxes of black clothes, hair wraps, scarves, even shoes and hand bags, to the women’s charity shop. Cheap, expensive. Treasured, trivial. It all went.It was the best fashion move I ever made.

Black actually works with my skin. Technically speaking, I look good in it. (I know because both Carrie and I had a great “Style Profile” experience with image consultant Audrey Beaulac www.audreybeaulacstyle.com and black was a match for me.) But I stopped feeling good in it. Black was a cop out for me and it was due time to embrace ivories, and greens, and slates and mochas. Brown became my new black. It was a bit scary at first (how would I hide the chubs, and could I keep up with the extra laundering care that neutral tones require?!)

Bye-bye black, hello light and bright. Ahhhhh.

(BTW…I adore black as a home décor accent. I just painted our fire place brick a high-gloss, true black, and it looks like a magic space portal. Love it.)