I need a little color in my l life on these gray days of Winter. What is it about so many of us that instead of our clothes being an expression of our vibrant and cheerful personalities, we tend to wear black, gray, black and gray-black? I find that so interesting. Personally, I love color! I am a colorful girl who has any number of interests, moods and aspects to my being. So why all this blah? Why am I always sucked into the big black hole of fashion?
Are we just playing it safe? Are we really that afraid of color?
Is it because it just doesn't require thinking or planning? It's easy to wear black?
Is it our only idea of “classic?”
Do we think it makes us look thin?
Younger? Actually, I read somewhere that when women over 40 wear black, it sucks the color from their fragile and delicate aging complexions! Oh, great.
The last three garments I’ve made are gray…what does that say about me? Well, at least it’s a step up from black, right?
I've been wondering if maybe, just maybe, it's not the grayness of the world that's influencing my color choices (or lack thereof) but maybe, just maybe, I could make my world a little bit happier of a place to be if I would just choose some color!