I just don’t understand why people wear black to parties. I mean, I wear black to meetings so people know to take me seriously. And it’s an absolutely first-class choice for funerals. It’s pretty much de rigueur if you’re an undertaker. Essentially black is the colour of being serious and of death. It is definitely not the colour of parties. Or Christmas. Or joy.
It’s like choosing vanilla ice cream instead of pistachio or death-by-chocolate. Sure, everyone will eat it, but it’s never going to rock your taste buds the way cookie dough can.
I prefer pink. Pink is the colour of strawberry ice cream, and holiday sunsets. It’s the colour of candy floss and rosy-cheeked children coming in from the cold. What’s not to like about pink? Or if that feels like a colour too far, what about green? Green is the colour of Wimbledon and the scent of freshly cut grass. It’s the colour of cool forests on hot summer days and mistletoe at Christmas.
The whole concept of the Little Black Dress is an affront to all that is great about parties. Black is the colour of conformity. The colour of corporate anonymity. But parties are the time to be utterly yourself, not constrained by other people’s expectations, or who you have to be for work. They’re for chatting animatedly and laughing uproariously. They’re for dancing wildly and kissing passionately (depending on the parties you go to, obviously). Everyone should be able to be unreservedly themselves at a party.
What’s the worst thing that could happen? Maybe someone won’t like what you’re wearing. But if it makes you feel great, what’s the problem? That’s the beauty of us all being different! The kind of people who judge you on your dress are not the kind of people whose opinion matters anyway.
I know that my tastes, like my personality, tend towards the extrovert. So if you’re reading this, but don’t feel ready to dress like a Lilac Breasted Roller threw up on you, might I suggest you start with shoes? Shoes can be a little burst of joy in a grey world. A chance to flirt with danger without risking your reputation. And, as Cinderella will tell you, the right shoe could change your life…
When all’s said and done, it’s not about what colour you wear, but how good you feel. Now go out there and be fabulous!