White

The unforgiving colour of Summer.

It tolerates one wear on the best of days in the city. Somehow, there is a fatal attraction between your white item of clothing and dirt or coffee or tea or ketchup or juice or pop and/or whatever staining substance you find yourself in close proximity to. They always find each other and re-unite. Life is funny like that, I suppose. The common pairings would be the 'white shirt and coffee' stain, 'white shirt and ketchup' stain and 'white shirt and ink' stain...These bad relationships are everywhere the eye can see, much like the real thing.

Anyway, that's not my point. My point is this, if you're going to wear white, especially a white pair of pants or a white skirt or dress, it is completely unneccessary to show the world what lies beneath - It's not attractive and I don't want to see it...so lock your little black undies away that day, they don't go with your white pants.

Phew, I feel better getting that off my chest!