Not that I think anyone really cares, but occasionally someone comments. And because today I am wearing a light-wine (or dark-mauve) colored dress…
I used to think it was because I had little kids and I would get their Nutella-smeared fingerprints all over my clothes. These kids are now 19 and 14. I used to think it was because I lived in an urban area and had city grit floating around rubbing itself into my clothes. Now I live on Staten Island on a tree-lined block in an old Victorian house, and drive to work every day. I used to think it was because I had no time to coordinate outfits and black was the quickest way to get dressed in the morning. Now I have to face the truth.
I spill food all over myself.
I always thought you wore the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin’ in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
You wore it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he’s a victim of the times.
Sadly, I’ve come to realize it’s much more pedestrian than that.
Hysterical!
Ah, you’d love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything’s OK,
But you’ll try to carry off a little darkness (and Nutella) on your back,
‘Till things are brighter (and cleaner), you’re the woman in black.
(sorry Johnny)