Brown-Eyed Girl says:
I discovered this morning I had a black pair of skinny pants I didn't even know I owned.
It was a pleasant surprise brought on entirely by accident. I hunting through my wardrobe for a particular pair of shoes...quite frustrating actually given that in my mind the heels had turned into something quite unreal, and that I simply could not, and would not, go to work without wearing them. Now, in all honesty, I was probably being a bit dramatic, and instead of being red carpet worthy heels, these were in fact very sensible (black) patent leather peep-toes that I had bought a couple of months ago.
Anyways, when I was done finding my shoes, and my clothes were scattered everywhere, instead of admiring the shoes I had taken so long to find, I saw one thing: BLACK. To my horror, I realized that I have just over half a dozen pairs of black dress pants, followed by tons of black sweaters, cardigans, shirts...the list goes on. So much black, they just blended into a big black pile of fabric patchwork, and there was no colour in sight (or likely just under all the black)...you could take a picture of what my wardrobe had thrown up onto my bed, and write a sign on top that says: "No Form of Life Here".
I must confess, whenever I go shopping and see something I like - first check is: "does it go with what I currently own?", second is: "will I wear it/do I need it?", followed by a close third of: "does it come in black??". The result: colour's become an accessory in my style.
The horror really was short lived once I found the "new" pair of black skinnies. I know I must have paid money for this at some point, but at that moment it really did seem like I got free clothes out of the ordeal.
So I threw on the new found black pants, hopped into my black peep-toes, and grabbed my black leather tote. My accessory for the day: a pale blue oversized cotton shirt.