A few years ago my closet was highly dominated by black. After realizing my little obsession was becoming an obstacle, a very dark one at that, I made an effort to sway the other way. Now I have a healthier balance of prints (translation stripes), ethereal whites, a few florals and an array of colors. However, it doesn’t stop by from the occasional all black look, which is sometimes just what the doctor ordered. The other day I woke up late, realized we had no cream for coffee, had a mild headache and misplaced my sunnies. I was like a fish swimming upstream. So I put on something simple with an edge to turn the day around. It worked.