|Black—my go-to color|
My favorite color is black.
Proof? My closet is arranged in color groups from light to dark, where some of the clothes are pinks, yellows, blues and purples and more than half are black.
I feel comfortable in black. And black is easy—it goes with everything.But a dilemma came up this winter. My husband Jim and I have been invited to a formal wedding. Naturally, I planned on wearing black. It will be a fancy evening affair and black would be appropriate. But Jim said he'd like to see me in another color.
If you look at the color palette, you can see the selection of colors. I liked stormy or wisteria—but I'm not sure. Not wearing black, my go-to color, has thrown me for a loop. Feeling unsure, I asked a friend. She selected dusk which is a beautiful color, but my husband thought it was too subtle. My hairdresser has great fashion sense. He chose coral. Meh, not my favorite. Too bright. Then I asked my daughter. Her choice: cabernet. Hmm, maybe. Decisions, decisions.
Since choosing a color was nearly impossible for me, I focused on selecting the style of the dress. This decision would be easier. My vision: a fitted bodice with sequins, a flowy shirt, a rounded neckline and sleeves. Believe it or not, that combination was easy to find.
I'm only 5'3" and a floor-length would not be ideal. A length that would hit at the calf would be better. The hem could always be shortened.
Finally, I was making progress. I felt good about the style and length. So, two decisions down and one to go—choosing the right color. I felt pressured. Over two hundred people will be attending. Our daughter will be among the twelve bridesmaids. I'm sure the wedding we will be extravagant and glamorous. So, it's important to me to wear a color that will make me feel confident, especially since I won't be wearing black.
After months of going back and forth and agonizing about making the right choice, I made a decision. Drumroll, please. And the color is:
When the dress arrived, I tried it on for my daughter. Ever-so-carefully, I slipped it on being mindful of the delicate sleeves. The bodice fit perfectly. The length hit just below the calf. My daughter assured me that with heels the hemline will fall at a good length. After her approval, I placed the gown into the guest room closet for safekeeping. It's going to be a surprise for my husband and he'll see it for the first time on the evening of the wedding.
Wearing a deep-red gown will be something new for me. Something a little out of my comfort zone. Bolder. More daring. I'm a little nervous about wearing a new color and yet, I'm excited. Change may be good. I have a feeling cabernet may be every bit as elegant as black.
À la prochaine!