Wardrobe preferences

I got dressed today in my usual style. Some would say no style, but here’s what I have to say about that. I’m one of those people who think you can never have too many black turtlenecks. I love black clothing, charcoal clothing, pale gray clothing, and white (no beige) clothing. I don’t like prints—flowers, geometric designs, or really any designs. I will wear polka dots and sometimes muted plaid, but that’s about as far as I’m willing to go. Today I wore my black yoga pants, a sleeveless black turtleneck and my consignment store purchase—a pearl gray, Talbot’s top that could have been a tent, although a very soft one. Boring, right? Okay, here’s why. I don’t really care if people do or don’t admire my outfit. I want them to look at me—at my face, in my eyes, at my smile. I want to be seen and known, and the only way that can happen is if you look at my face. Read what you see there. Nothing shows off a face like a black turtleneck. (Especially when you want to cover up your neck. I, too, feel bad about my neck, just like Nora Ephron did. It got old faster than I did. But even when it was young and supple, I still wore turtlenecks, so there’s that.) To be fair, black and gray look much better on me now that my hair is more or less silver with some gray, but I wore it even when my hair was dark brown. I might be lazy; maybe that’s why I don’t bother with “outfits” and just stick with tops and pants, but with my preferred color scheme I never have to wonder if they match. Am I exaggerating? Of course. I have jeans. And I have solid colored tops in jewel tones. But my go-to is black and gray. And my reasoning? I’m sticking with my story: look at me, not my clothes.