Nope! I’m not going to talk ethics, morals, politics, discipline, or even photography. I don’t have any easy black and white answers for any of those topics.
I’m going to keep it MUCH more simple than that. Piece by thrifty piece, I’ve put together a cheery, economical ensemble for work. I found the pieces at three different thrift shops over the course of the last two weeks and while it may be pattern overload at first glance, ’sall right. I don’t dress for others. I dress for me! (and the work that I do, of course.)
Despite the plethora of purple in my closet, I actually have more than double that in black clothing. I like it. It’s basic and there is little decision-making involved at 5:00 a.m. I found the sweater first.
It’s knit from a flecked yarn and was so inexpensive, I would not have been able to buy new buttons for the price I paid for the sweater.
Then a few days later, the necklace called my name when I passed by the frivolous ornamentation counter at another thrift shop. “Psst! Gram! Take me home,” it said. I did.
Yesterday, when I picked GN up from school, I told her we were going shopping for ‘fashion scarves’ per her request for some high school accessorizing. the black and white scarf practically leapt into my cart! What’s a Gram to do? It seems happy to be paired up with its buddies. Or . . . is it just me who’s happy to have paired it up?
It made my stroll through the park all the more cheery on this Friday. GN found a scarf that I should have played Rock, Paper, Scissors for, but I didn’t. I bought it for her. It was shades of purple. 
Looks like some good choices, G.G. I wear a lot of black, also, but it’s all very plain – no patterns. Maybe I will expand my horizons and add some flecks sometime.
I like how you make life simple so that decisions around dressing aren’t needed at 5 a.m. I have often thought of throwing out my clothes and buying a few outfits that were all the same so that I never had to figure out what to wear. Kind of like a priest’s or monk’s life. (Only less holy…)
Black really doesn’t suit me as it drains my face so much … but I do LOVE spotty scarves and have quite a few (bought from a lovely shop by the canal). I’ve pruned my wardrobe and at last find it easier to pull together a reasonably passable outfit.
I think that scarves might pass as frivolous ornamentation too.
Now at first look, one wouldn’t consider black to be a cheery color. But for me, I don’t think of the color necessarily as where the cheer is. I think of the comfort I feel in black clothing. That’s my cheer. When I’m comfortable, I feel good. And black makes me comfortable.