Black is Pure Gold

They lovingly tease me often about wearing black all the time. No matter how many times I've reminded them of the convenience of my beautiful black wardrobe, they question my choices.

 

I do. Wear black. All the time.

 

Initially there were two reasons for the lack of color:

 

One, black goes with everything.

 

(I do laundry in town. Every week. Mixing colors with black is no bueno. There's the whole turning colors blackish red, blackish blue, blackish pink. You get the picture. Separating colors would cost me around six dollars per load, per week. I keep loads to two per week, larger loads costing more. Add that up over the years and you see why I wear black.)  And no, it would not be less to get a place with a washer and dryer. The increase in cost would be exponentially higher.) 

 

Choosing what to wear each day is a simple process. 

 

Two, women never look bad in black. Or men for that matter. A black hat on a man? Yee to the haw. Black pencil skirt and a form fitting black sweater with four-inch heels? I'm all in. 

 

I wholeheartedly agree with Coco. 

 

Wear the black. 

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