I wasn’t allowed to wear black as a child.

My mom outright forbade it!

She’d get melodramatic whenever I protested and say things like;

“Are you going to a funeral?” “Did someone die?”

I’d say no and her response always was… “Then why do you want to wear black? It’s bad luck for children to wear black”

Recently, I read Amanda Brook’s I ♥ Your Style, and in it she mentions that she too wasn’t allowed to wear black as a child.

I guess it’s a universal thing.

After my grandmother died, my mom mourned for a year wearing only black clothes.

I stopped arguing with her about wearing black after that and never really wore black again.

Years later as a young adult on the cusp of discovering my own personal style, I still couldn’t bring myself to wear black.

That was until I tried on a little black dress.

I went into a fancy store looking for a dress for a fancy dinner.

After I’d tried on several dresses I’d picked out, the cheery and very patient guy who was helping me had me try on a black shift dress.

It was simple, clean and gorgeous, it was beautiful and I loved it.

With that, I slowly introduced black clothes into my wardrobe.

And now maybe I have too many black clothes.

I may have gone a little overboard – my mom complains that I have too many dark coloured clothes.

I try to lighten my black outfits up with a dash of colour here and there, like these pattern tights and brown suede boots.

Wearing:
Black Dress: The Gap
Long Sleeves T-Shirt: Joe Fresh Style
Belt: Danier
Pattern Tights: Hue
Boots: Browns Couture