Packing is the sort of thing that can tip me over the edge. No matter how many lists I write, I just don't have a methodical mind and I'm always suspiciously envious of women who can plan their travel clothes to the nth detail, I smell the whiff of hedonic hip swaying dances with the devil.
This last trip was a long one and as a sartorial lazybones with a busy trip ahead I kept things simple and
aside from one ivory jumper and one grey sweater dress, I packed my suitcase with inky ease. I just didn't pack enough, however, for such a long time away, so by the end of the month I was inwardly shrieking that I would not wear black for a least 4 weeks.
Of course I am now sitting here in black, it's just too easy. Opting for a black clothing palette always reminds me of this verse from Corinthians, you must know it:
Black is patient; black is kind; black is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful... It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
I couldn't have said it better.
LA/London based designer, Catherine Quin's latest collection has caught my inverse magpie eye, she adheres to Henry Ford's maxim that you can have any colour as long as it's black.