In New York, wearing black from head to toe is considered normal.
Here in my rural North Yorkshire home … not so much.
‘Are you a goth?’ my builder/neighbour asked me when he was turning an empty cupboard into a walk-in wardrobe.
‘Do you wear so much black because you used to be overweight?’ asked my mum when I turned up at her house wearing what I thought was a fetching outfit.
I get it. All black is weird in Yorkshire.
So, although most of my clothes are still resolutely black, dark green or navy blue, I branched out a few weeks ago and bought a red sweater (or jumper as we say here in the UK).
I wanted to like it, but I just couldn’t. It has sat in my wardrobe ever since.
It just doesn’t feel like me. It’s so …. red!
But today was chilly, and it’s a warm sweater with a big polo neck, so I braced myself and wore it.
I wore it all day, even though it just didn’t feel like me.
I’m still wearing it as I type this post at 10.30 pm.
Still wearing it and still feeling slightly wrong.
And yet, when I sat in front of the mirror to draw today’s self-portrait, I saw how the colour softened the tones of my skin. And I realized that the the big fat polo neck (that has bothered me all day) actually makes me look a little younger.
The bottom line is that this jumper suits me, even though I don’t feel entirely comfortable with it.
Makes me wonder what other preconceptions I need to challenge.