I remember any time I wore black, before I left the house my mother would holler after me 'You look like you're going to a funeral!'. This makes me want to yell out 'You look like picnic'. But this is saved by those deadly beaded shoes that would make mother yell out 'stop dressing like a hippie!' and over sized rings that would beckon the admonition 'those rings look ridiculous - you can't even see your fingers properly.' It's all wrong it is. All totally wrong.