I am addicted to black clothes. They make me feel safe and well, thinner. My husband took this photo on washday to send me a message - I look like a Greek widow.
I am aiming to inject some colour into my winter wardrobe. So why have I just sewn a "wearable muslin" in black crushed velvet?
Mental note to myself - don't finish it. Whip up something in that red or green in the stash.