Women in Black

Color is everywhere down here.  In this land of near neon, I wear black.

The Mexican soul craves reds, greens, blues.  But in fact, it seems not to have a favorite, not any one color, but all.  My choices (white is the other) have become an issue, so whenever I'm going to meet up with Mexican friends I throw on a red scarf.

Americans and Canadians wear a lot of black. Yes, we wear jeans, but if you're meeting up for dinner and it's going to be nice, then you're going to dress it up a bit. Black linen slacks and, now that it is getting cooler in these highlands, a long sleeve, high neck pullover.  Black.  Now you're into Vogue territory.

A few decades back, you could easily spot an American in Paris.  Only back then we Americans, were the ones in color, bright splashy prints of it, moving in a sea of black and grey.  We weren't the ugly Americans because we behaved badly. We were the ugly Americans because we dressed badly.  We were ugly, period. It'll make a girl fly home to reassess her wardrobe.

French women still wear black.

Me too.  I'll stop wearing it when they find a darker color. ~  Carolyn in Mexico.