Every morning I open my closet and start off with deciding between black skinnies and black tights. It’s winter, so either a black cami or black lace body. Then I move over to the main part. Black dress, grey shorts and long black cardigan or black floral dress over pants? Maybe black tutu skirt with a black knit jumper? If pants, go for black socks. Then shoes. Black shiny boots, over the knee ones or the black pointy pair? Almost out of the door.
Outerwear! Black coat with silver buttons, the longer one with gold ones or is it warm enough to pull the leather jacket… Adding layers, now maybe some color – black light scarf or big grey one. Should I add a fedora? Let’s go – oh, look, it’s all black day again! And that my friends is how my mornings go.
I like my rainbow monochrome and my wardrobe dark. If clothes should represent ones inner self, mine are doing a splendid job at portraying my dark soul.