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My favorite color is Black. I suppose it can be argued that Black is not really a color, but a lack of it instead (as I was once told by an inquiring someone). For the purpose of this post, Black is my favorite color.
I like Black for my clothes, accessories, and shoes. It’s elegant, slimming, and matches everything. About a third of my closet is black (which sometimes makes finding that one particular pair of pants pretty hard).
I like Black for my make up (eyes and nails, yet never for lips) as well, but not in excess (since it’s pretty hard to take off).
By now you’ve probably realized I’m a color masochist for Black, huh?
After today’s belly dance lesson, I told this lady that I would only dance at her daughter’s party if she allowed the black outfit. (I’m only investing in one outfit, after all.)
If I’m feeling sad, Black is good for expressing it!
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I must admit, painting a room black is pretty depressing. I would never do that to my room, but I’ve been in rooms like that and it’s horrible. Using Black for decorating a room works wonderfully, though!
Luckily, more often than not, Black makes me feel good, especially for clothes (for the reasons already mentioned). I’m usually pretty happy dressing in Black! My family would call me the Black Widow. Until the wedding, that is.
Last year, my dear Black married Purple.
The wedding was a majestic event, an union of sorrow and cruelty, sexuality and spirituality, sophistication and arrogance, formality and ceremony, wealth and royalty, evil and nobility, depth and enlightment, evil and wisdom, mystery and mourning.
Purple had slowly worked its way into my closet Black’s heart until it culminated in another third of my wardrobe consisting of Purple a tie of luxurious dark colors.
On the special day, both colors came in a shopping bagflurry of white! It was a pleasant surprise to see Black and Purple emerge from it. Every one had been waiting in the closet Church for a long time.
No one was able to take their eyes off of those colors (the pair!) for the duration of the ceremony. Not even for the magnificent (as I was told by the planner) decorations!
The celebration afterwards was worthy of Kings, as would be expected from such Colors.
Oh! (And this is just between you and me.) Mrs. Wallet told me that Mr. Green paid for the entire thing because the couple looked so good together!
Blue was late to the wedding and, as consequence, didn’t get in enough of the pictures.
P.S: Black and Purple have a baby now, Gray, seen often in shoes.
I like Black for my clothes, accessories, and shoes. It’s elegant, slimming, and matches everything. About a third of my closet is black (which sometimes makes finding that one particular pair of pants pretty hard).
I like Black for my make up (eyes and nails, yet never for lips) as well, but not in excess (since it’s pretty hard to take off).
By now you’ve probably realized I’m a color masochist for Black, huh?
After today’s belly dance lesson, I told this lady that I would only dance at her daughter’s party if she allowed the black outfit. (I’m only investing in one outfit, after all.)
If I’m feeling sad, Black is good for expressing it!
.
I must admit, painting a room black is pretty depressing. I would never do that to my room, but I’ve been in rooms like that and it’s horrible. Using Black for decorating a room works wonderfully, though!
Luckily, more often than not, Black makes me feel good, especially for clothes (for the reasons already mentioned). I’m usually pretty happy dressing in Black! My family would call me the Black Widow. Until the wedding, that is.
Last year, my dear Black married Purple.
The wedding was a majestic event, an union of sorrow and cruelty, sexuality and spirituality, sophistication and arrogance, formality and ceremony, wealth and royalty, evil and nobility, depth and enlightment, evil and wisdom, mystery and mourning.
Purple had slowly worked its way into my closet Black’s heart until it culminated in another third of my wardrobe consisting of Purple a tie of luxurious dark colors.
On the special day, both colors came in a shopping bagflurry of white! It was a pleasant surprise to see Black and Purple emerge from it. Every one had been waiting in the closet Church for a long time.
No one was able to take their eyes off of those colors (the pair!) for the duration of the ceremony. Not even for the magnificent (as I was told by the planner) decorations!
The celebration afterwards was worthy of Kings, as would be expected from such Colors.
Oh! (And this is just between you and me.) Mrs. Wallet told me that Mr. Green paid for the entire thing because the couple looked so good together!
Blue was late to the wedding and, as consequence, didn’t get in enough of the pictures.
P.S: Black and Purple have a baby now, Gray, seen often in shoes.