My fashion has turned black.

I'm staring into my closet this morning, making a decision on my attire for the day. I think, the old Apple would laugh at her wardrobe today. At one point in my fashion crazed life, I was obsessed with vintage finds. From Sanrio t-shirts, to one with Gumby on it, to vintage wedding gowns as prom attire or a nice stroll down the street, from stuffed animal purses to ruby slippers and on to a floral 50's bathing suit as a dress. I have to say, I have taken chances in my look. Today you are more likely to find black shirts, black pants, black dresses and black coats. Then I think, when did I become so dark?

As a mother of three, the time and energy it takes to shop for all those fun finds has diminished. I want to go in a store and pull of the rack. I do not want to waste my time hemming and hawing through racks of clothing in search for the perfect floral mini to go with my polka dot top. At this point, I want it to match and I want to be clothed. The thing with black is it looks good, it's easy to wear and it goes with everything. I am still a sad though, the days when I choose a color other than black to wear are multiplying and all my other colors are fading into the distance. I think it's time for something new. Maybe my thrift stores are calling to me right now.

Honey.... Break out the credit cards! It's time to get back into the world of color!