When I was growing up in Detroit our next door neighbor, Evelyn formally a poet and prima ballerina, was an octogenarian that rocked black. Black wool coat (even in the summertime), black hose, black boots --but ALWAYS pink lipstick.
One day my teenage self asked her, "why do you always wear black?" (note: I was clad in black leather biker jacket and Dr. Martens.) She replied, "when you wear black people notice you and not what you are wearing." When you wear black well, people notice you...
My color.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was growing up in Detroit our next door neighbor, Evelyn formally a poet and prima ballerina, was an octogenarian that rocked black. Black wool coat (even in the summertime), black hose, black boots --but ALWAYS pink lipstick.
One day my teenage self asked her, "why do you always wear black?" (note: I was clad in black leather biker jacket and Dr. Martens.) She replied, "when you wear black people notice you and not what you are wearing." When you wear black well, people notice you...
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Oh, and Happy Black Friday ;)