Ever since the age of 14 when I started having my own sense of style I've loved black. Cue 7 years of my Mum moaning that I wore nothing but black and it was so depressing (I did wear other colours). As I've got older I've heard lots of other comments (not often directed at me but still..) about how black is boring and ageing. All this has led to me wearing black with a vague idea that I shouldn't!
I'm 40 now, and still love black. It suits me (I'm a cool winter), and I feel good in it, and when I see others well dressed in black I'm very admiring. I now want to shake my feelings of shame and finally embrace my true love!
(I write this dressed in black lounge wear and a snuggly black cardi!)