Black... Just Black

So yesterday I felt inspired...

Actually I was bored and thought that my blog needed a bit of a blogging spring clean... This lead to me spending about 20 minutes fiddling and fussing with different colour combinations to make my blog more visually appealing. After all, first impressions are everything - aren't they?!

After settling on a rather funky combo of orange and purple (the colours that shall, one day, be used on my straight jacket) I pressed "save" and wham bam it was done. I mean what is life if it doesn't have a bit of colour in it! The problem is that I get bored. Not easily, but when I am bored the motivational juice that pumps through my veins dries up and I start feeling like the Kalahari. Mmm, not good...

This lead me to the conclusion that I should stick with what I know / like and just make minor tweaks. You know, a tweak here and there but not perform a major overhaul of this extension of moi. So yes, I reverted back to black... Swapping a few colours round until I was happy (this is very uber important).

I read somewhere that people who wear black are hiding... Hiding from what I have no fucking idea but apparently they are hiding nonetheless. I completely disagree with this little statement. I think black represents something sophisticated, charming and very expensive (hence the reason why every car on this planet should be black - Henry Ford was a genius!)...