black is the new black

Years ago, i was bewildered by the colour BLacK.

I never could wear it comfortably.

It puts in a weird mood. Drags me down somewhat.

Never could pull it off, I thought.

It just seemed too sombre and heavy a colour for our exuberance, youth and optimism.

Too solemn, dark, with its own mystic, forbidding aura.

It's chic and alluring and flattering, no doubt.

But it just wasn't me. It overwhelmed my complexion and skin tone, I imagined.

I just don't have the austerity to pull off a all-black outfit.

But these pictures are pretty convincing.

It's very chic, elegant, sophisticated and Parisian.

And now, at the edge of 26, I may just be able to try it more.

I've grown up too. Not as frivolous as before.

Black goes well with a certain nuance of experience and age.

When in chiffon, lace or jersey, it can even be light and pretty.

Let's just hope it keeps pace with my still-exuberant self.