I spend my life in dark colours and have too many black tops and dresses to count. Even when I buy something lighter, I’ll wear it a couple of times and then return to my trusted favourites. My husband Paul, 54, who works in insurance, teases me constantly about my ‘widow’s weeds’ but I ignore his opinion. I love black, I think it suits me, and after all, a girl can’t have too many plain black tees can she? Still, it’s summer so, in the spirit of sunnier days, I’ve decided to ditch my dark wardrobe and, dare I say it, wear the colours of the
