There comes a point when you go beyond the scope of realization that something has taken over your life and it becomes the new normal. That is the case with my love (*read-obsession) for my favorite color – Black.
Though the obsession started and has been limited to just my wardrobe. One of my common arguments when questioned, Why black? was to say ‘Black is a color, you know.’ Looking back, maybe it was not the strongest of the arguments. But don’t we all know? Love is blind. 😉
It all started with a naive love for the color.
- It’s vibrant in its unique way and holds a sense of boldness.
- I love how I feel when I wear it and how seamless it is to maintain. That is a plus for a foodie who is a messy eater. The pluses kept coming.
- It was either someone suggesting that black makes me look thin and that I should wear it more often. Or throwing a recommendation that I shouldn’t do either bright or soft colors because my skin is already dark.🙄 To the young me, black seemed like the safest option. Who likes criticism anyways, right?
- The quintessential plus (drum-roll, please) – washing clothes is so much easier. There is no confusion about separating colors from the whites or doing multiple loads to carter to the needs of each. Can you even imagine the amount of time, effort and cost I saved on ‘specific’ detergents?
- And what can I tell you about the life of the attire by itself, I still have a few pieces that are probably over 10 years old yet look like I freshly purchased them. That means less shopping. Wohooo!💃
😲OK! Focus, now. (*self-note)😲
Behold. Years later, I end up with 90% of my wardrobe in black. OK! Maybe 96%. 🙂 While some of the reasons that drove me to it no more stand, for other reasons my sub-conscious still resorts to black.
Over the last couple of months, I have gone on a rampant shopping spree (thanks to seasonal discounts) and started predominantly introducing more colors to my wardrobe and this here is the status so far. Yes, black still wins and probably will always win but there will be a good share of colors moving forward. Slow progress but nevertheless a good one. ‘I am proud of you, Anusha. So very proud.’ (*Cue – tears of joy in the most dramatic way possible.) 😀