I shall not wear black shoes like all the other mothers

If you were to peer into my wardrobe you would be drawn into its inky darkness.  Little Black Dresses? Check.  Black shoes? Check.  I am drawn to black clothes.  It is hard not to be.  I think I look better in black than most other colours  and there is something so beautiful about floaty black chiffon tops.

But enough is enough.  Wearing black everyday is dreary so this year I made a New Year's Resolution to not buy any black clothes or accessories.

It is proving quite good for the wallet.

Is it just me or are all the most beautiful clothes made in black?  The shops are full of colour this year but it seems so bright and jewel-like.  If I am to venture into colour I imagine that venture being somewhat more pastel.

Anyway my resolve has been sorely tested of late.  My favourite Mary Jane black work shoes are looking a little tired and my trusty long black cardigan (which looks fabulously corporate when I need it or casual when I don't) has developed holes.  The horror.

I tried to convince myself that these were basics, like underwear, and that of course I could replace them with black versions.

But then I remembered the movie Chocolat where Vivien's daughter whines: "Why can't you wear black shoes like all the other mothers?"  I don't remember what Vivien's reply was but it was something along the lines of why be like everyone else?

So I decided that my black Mary-Janes were no longer basics.  When I stumbled over these red Mary-Janes I decided Red was the new basic, and I feel fabulous wearing them with every corporate outfit I own.

Now to find a sassy long cardigan, that is not black.