I have a tendency to wear a lot of black and white. There was a point in time in my life where I wore black almost exclusively. Needless to say, my mother was not a fan of this phase.
When I began introducing colour I started with white, then red, then navy and sort of branched out from there. At present I seem to have a lot of pink, purple and burgundy in my wardrobe (aside from my staple black). I’m not sure how this happened but such colours suit my complexion so I’m rolling with it.
Why am I telling you this?… Who knows? I just felt like sharing I suppose. Plus, at one stage, the colour palette of my wardrobe appeared to be a metaphor for my life. A tenuous one maybe but a metaphor none the less. I used to see things / people / situations as being black and white and got highly irritated if they were not.
However, I now acknowledge shades of grey….and red, purple, pink, orange, blue, green etc….you get the picture – colour makes life more interesting. Anyway, I wore a black and white ensemble recently that I really liked (please excuse the grainy phone picture but it’s all I’ve got). I went to dinner for a special birthday celebration with some wonderful people that I feel privileged to know.
What are your thoughts on black and white vs. colour?
you cling to her
in tame hostility
lest you forget
fills her marrow;
she will pour
but you can
never be full.
©Assumpta Ozua 2015