Black. Some say it’s not even a color. I say, if that’s true, then I have a closet full of colorless clothes.
For as long as I can remember, black has been my color of choice for every garment I’ve ever purchased. I think it mesmerized me at the age of fourteen, when upon trying on a slim-fitting dress, I realized it actually gave me a svelte silhouette. Slowly but surely, black invaded my closet: black pants, black shirts, black dresses, and most definitely, black undergarments.
Bulges and rolls seemed to “magically” disappear every time I threw something on in this wondrous color. I tried to convince friends and family to join me in the perpetual wear of black. Sales pitches included how classy it looked, how simple it was to put together a black outfit, and more importantly, how looking like you’ve dropped ten pounds, was almost guaranteed.
Life stopped being complicated when I started wearing black. No more standing in front of the closet wondering what the contrasting shade for Chartreuse was. No more having to distinguish between beige, ecru, ivory, off-white and Mother of Pearl. And definitely, no more anguishing over what accessories to pair up with whatever color outfit I’d selected. Black went with black. That’s all there was to it.
And then one day I noticed, to my greatest horror, that there were different shades of black. I then became obsessed with pairing identical shades of it. If I purchased a black pair of slacks, they accompanied me on the quest to find its twin black shirt. At times, the difference between items was one or two shades. Should I wear the darker piece on the bottom half of my body, or the top? Would the darker shade make me look slimmer, or not?
Fast forward I don’t know how many years, and I’m still stuck on black. Forget the fact that I’ve been asked if I’m a Goth, a widow originating from the Mediterranean, or if I work for MAC cosmetics. People just don’t understand my bond with black, and I’m too tired to explain the reasons for our relationship.
It is what it is, folks. I guess it’s true what they say: Once you try black, you never go back.
Guilty as charged.
Is there a color you can’t get enough of?