I had a weird realization a while back in which I discovered that I still think of myself as a person who wears all black, when, in fact, it's been years since I wore all black with any regularity. I started slipping colors in. One or two here and there and I didn't even really notice when the closet was more color than black. Around the time I made this realization I tried to explain it to someone, someone who clearly did not get it. In my heart I'll always be an all black-clad girl.