“No black”, she said. “You have to wear color”, she said. “You’ll be fine”, she said.
You don’t get it. I’m not comfortable in color. Like. Actually not comfortable. I’m way more self conscious. A crop top paired with culottes and 6 inch stilettos? Done. But color? Not so much. Everybody has their thing. Muted tones are mine. Can you imagine this personality on top of bright patterns 24/7? Me neither. But for a friend during her wedding week I’ll do almost anything. Almost.
So, this broad. She paints the town with color. Paints. The. Town. And has always given me shit for my dreary colored wardrobe which I enjoy more than life itself. Well, she got married. And her one request of me was that I wear color to her Bachelorette party. It was one of those day-boat-drinking situations so I figured it would be fine. And it was. Until I left the house and felt so uncomfortable and awkward. Cutest romper ever. But it’s just not my jam. And you know what? I tried it. Like I always tell you people to do. Whether it’s a new trend or mixing prints… I wore the brightest thing I could find and paired it with more color and survived. Barely.
Needless to say, I made up for lost time and wore shades of black to her rehearsal, wedding, and post wedding brunch :)