A few years ago, a good friend of mine was doing this color-scheme workshop about how to look your best. She invited me to be her Guinea-pig while she tried to get certified. Truthfully, it was kind of fun, and I did learn some useful tricks and ways to look better. One of the things she told me was that I needed to purge my wardrobe of anything black- that black was too harsh for my coloring and my “energy”, and my neutrals really should be brown, grey and navy blue. I like those colors, and for the most part, I think she was right. I excavated through my closet and carried her little color-card in my wallet.

Honestly, I still pretty much go by what she suggested- I love a grey t-shirt, and chocolate brown looks super on me. Navy as well. But recently, I slipped on a black, snug, long-sleeved t, and I felt… fantastic. I felt… chic. And I liked it! Checking myself in the mirror, it really was striking against my pale skin and dishwater blonde hair- especially since it had been so long since I had donned black. But it felt really good. There is just something about black…

Yesterday, on super clearance, I found a black patent-leather wallet. It sparkled and called to me from the pile of wallets, and I picked it up gingerly. My cherry-red wallet was fraying at the seams and looked so frumpy next to the sleek, shiny black patent. I stood there for a fraction of a minute, weighing my options. Less than the price of lunch? I bought it. And I cannot get over how much glee it give me when I reach into my purse and feel it. Is that totally ridiculous? Yeah. It is. And I don’t care.

I’ve decided I’m going to embrace black again. Not swath myself in it- it really is too harsh for me in big doses- but to accent and punctuate myself– Absolutely. The search is now on for some black-patent pumps… which really, every woman should own!

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