Being in mourning doesn’t leave many wardrobe options on the table.
Black is the color palette of choice until the 3rd month he has been gone.
Why 3 months you ask?
I have 3 sons, I figured one month for each of them. No real guideline here. Just a feeling I had, so I went with it. I want to pay respect to my feelings too. I don’t feel up to wearing “stand out red” or “warm and inviting green.”
If there is a guideline, let me know. I am just going with my gut on my color palette decision.
Lou and my boys always said I had a ton of black clothes, and on many occasions I was asked if I “owned another color.”
I was always asked “are you going to a funeral?”
Ummmm, yeah I did.
I did make a concerted effort over the past few years to add some color to my wardrobe. Even…pink…. Yep. Me in pink.
If you know me personally, you will know pink was a tough stretch. But muted shades look nice on me. But NO fuschia. Let’s not get nuts.
So here I am, 2 months in and I feel like I have exhausted my wardrobe options. I only have 1 month left, you’d think I would have this all figured out by now.
I am on a rotation now, and I don’t love wearing same thing over and over. I did buy a few black skirts but how many days of the week can you do tights, skirt and tunic? Friday its leggings, tunic and boots. Without fail.
I guess I can call it my Mourning Uniform.
It may seem that I am trivial or superficial to be talking about my wardrobe considering all that’s happened. It is. I need to be trivial and superficial.
Being trivial and superficial gives me something ELSE to focus on.
I can’t sit around feeling sorry for myself, so I may as well worry about my wardrobe a bit.
It’s all nonsense in the grand scheme of things…
I need a little nonsense right now.
It’s a fair trade off considering the broken heart and crushed spirit I was left with.