Black is my very favourite colour, or is that lack of colour? Every piece of clothing I own is black, bar my pyjamas, and it's been like that for my entire adult life. The wonderful thing about having all black clothes is that everything matches. The awkward thing is that you can never find what you’re looking for in the wardrobe.
I did go crazy about 10 years ago and buy a black and white jumper, but it’s been sitting there ever since, unworn.
I was a punk in the 1970s and 80s, so perhaps that explains it. We punks just loved our black, and at the time I felt so black on the inside that black on the outside seemed sort of appropriate.
These days I’m all sweetness and light, but since I haven’t purchased many clothes since the 1980s, just an odd thing here and there, I’m still wearing the same clothes I wore 30 years ago, all black. Luckily I’ve never gained any weight. If that ever happens I’m really stymied, unless I make a fortune as a blogger and can employ a personal shopper/stylist/makeover artist.........;)
Note: Written using the Most Dangerous Writing App which I will likely never use again!
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Posted in response to the weekend freewrite challenge by 
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