I’ve tried diets… ‘tried’ being the operative word as inevitably I’ve failed. I’ve cheated my way through detoxes. I’ve banned myself from sugar and relapsed after 3 days. And as for dry January? Let’s not even go there. (Why anyone would give up alcohol on what is commonly thought to be the most depressing month of the year is beyond me.*) Hence I think it’s safe to say that will power over stuff that tastes delicious is not my forte. I therefore choose to live my life in balance: dumbbell in one hand, wine glass in the other. I am a libra after all.
However, while I’m more than happy to accept my inability to restrain impulses concerning pasta, wine and chocolate using the old trusted ‘all in moderation‘ phrase as my saviour, I refuse to make any more excuses for lack of effort when it comes to dressing. Since living in Denmark, it’s become all too easy to wear the same few pairs of jeans and jumpers and conform to the ‘all black all the time’ habits of others, labelling it as ‘minimal’, ‘functional’ and, my personal favourite, ‘Scandi’. I’ve come to believe that these words are disguises. Attractive disguises for ugly words like lazy, boring and couldn’t be bothered. <If anyone actually read my blog I’d be so unpopular right now. Oh well, every cloud……>
So here it is. Maybe I can’t say no to chocolate or booze but I can bust out fabulous colours and shoes! On October 2nd I took a vow:
In the name of style, I, Anjuli Arora, take you, my colourful wardrobe, to be my playground, to enjoy and to experiment with from this day forward, for cashmere, for silk, for colour, for texture, in pink and in green, to love and to indulge in, until 500 days from now. I will not wear black. I will not go monochrome. This is my solemn vow.
I know it all sounds a little dramatic – but hey – what’s a story without a story? I’m now 28 days in to my black ban and I’m hooked. I’m discovering combinations I never thought would work. I’m finding clothes which I’d forgotten I owned and I’m shopping from my own wardrobe, gradually reinventing the gems which have been pushed to the back for years. It’s totally liberating. I’ve learned the joys of tonal dressing and the tricks of colour blocking. Mixing and matching has come into its own. Layering has taken on a whole new meaning. It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me. So if you need my moral support on a pre-Christmas cleanse, dry January or sacrificing for lent, I’m sorry – I’m otherwise engaged for the next 472 days.
*Just for the record, I happen to really like January.
The Small Print
- Black gym clothes are permitted. Come on – colourful leggings make me look like a whale
- Black underwear is permitted. Come on – I still have my dignity
- Fun black is allowed (velvet, corduroy, polka dots, checks, prints etc are considered to be fun black)