& i sing (with my best jagger voice) “i see a pink shirt & i want it to be black. no color anymore, it has to all be black.” so, my wardrobe that i thought was filled with lots & lots of black…is not. dark, yes…bits & pieces here & there. but, i own a lot of pink & green & blue…& pink. those are my signatures, i guess (or, what i tend to be drawn to) & i love them; however, i need black! now-ish! & i do love that color, but wow, it’s dress code now…head to toe. a twinge of panic & a “can i do this?” sure, i can, but i’m gonna need some help. so, i call in some girlfriends for this clothing challenge. any black, any faded, any could’ve beens, should’ve beens…tops, bottoms, dresses, etc. there’s a nice hot bath of the rit dye waiting for you! i, myself, have some pale hopefuls, & they will be making it to the show.
what? yes, even me, the thrifty domestic vixen, couldn’t craft this all by herself. i mean, it’s all black, but who wants to wear the same ensemble 2-3 times a week? i am, after all, a girl who concentrates way too much on stuff like that. & i want to make it different!
insert ruffles, lace, cotton, rayon, etc. i will be trying to make it unique every day. in black. guaranteed. besides, it’s usually my thing with color, so yeah, i can do it. accessories will never be as important as now. hair & makeup will be quirky & fun (no lackluster ponytails) it’ll be a great challenge. fingers crossed that i pull it off…i don’t want to be grandma going back to school & not being hip enough to hang.
in the meantime, i’m channeling johnny cash, joan jett, stevie nicks…giveth me inspiration through your music & blackness. amen.
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