I wore the Wrong Colour to my sister's wedding, and was quite pleased with myself. An ankle-length skirt- Black, of course... and a black (partially see-through) lace blouse to match. Black platform boots and I couldn't forget the black spiked dog collar or the big silver cross neclace whose form is shaped by skulls. I suppose I could have dressed a little more conservatively, instead of something like a cross between a funeral and a heavy metal concert... But I couldn't help myself. :)Birth sign: Virgo
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