Paint It Black

  Nothing makes me happier than black clothes. Black on black, on black, wears me well.
  Black shiny shoes, black socks, black pants, black sleek, thin, turtleneck and to be in Paris!
  Even in Johns Creek, Georgia, black makes me feel a tad of Paris among the republican misfits.

 Now the day is wet and London looking, and I still feel sassy.
 I have a Bonnie theory, that you can go anywhere in black, dress in down or up. You look like you are "put together" all tight and sharp. All I know is, I like it, and I do not like to think about what to wear, so I wear my uniform.

My theory, came into play this week, when going to my bone doctor.
 I dressed for a night out, to go to the docs because I think, he thinks, I look and feel better and he is nicer to me. ( Yes I require a fair amount of stroking)
  I had an 8am appointment, (I like to be first!) ( for their full attention) ( and the germs have not all gathered at the party)
  All others in the waiting room looked like they rolled out of bed, hair not even combed. I thought, well...they hurt more then me...but then I would see them jump up, and I was walking like a turtle!
  The little nurse boy, with his Patagonia jacket on, because he had a chill, called my name. He had no eye contact, and walked way ahead of me. I called him back, explained to him, I may need his arm!! and personal conversation. He smiled.
 (I think you never feel old, until you are in an office where all are asking for new hips, knees and shoulders) I felt black strong, and the doctor came in, practically asking me to dance. " How are you Bonnie, you look great, you must feel better...Nicky Arnstein, Nicky Arnstein....."said the Dr.
" Well....I feel better, so can I wait for surgery, until maybe summer?? The medicine seems to help, and ..." said the lady in black. " Sure, get some blood work, the medicine can cause ulcers and kidney problems, but you are fine, you will be fine...summer??How about spring, let us check." Dr. spoke so sweetly in his wool jacket with elbow patches!  I stretched and agreed to maybe April, but I reminded him, that I will still be wearing black. He smiled, and did not know what I was talking about!

I was in Paris, minus a beret, and I walked out feeling taller. Knowing that the pain, was part of my life, but it would not define me. I may have old bones, but I am not old, why should I look all washed up!! Mercy, Paint it Black, with a pop of color on your ear bobs!! or a grand necklace. A scarf, or Jackie O sunglasses, go down fighting and looking beautiful!!
  We are beautiful creatures, in any color, or pure black! we have to own it, and let the love shine.
I sit here, with no make up on, ( that is a lie, you know I have lipstick on!) black, head to toe,( my sweater may be dark forest green? I have some color blindness!!) and A necklace made out of alpaca hair, twisted like a dread, with jewels hanging on it!!! Perfect, sitting on an ice pack and a sciatica pillow!!, its all good. Happy Saturday darlings, feel good about your sweet self.
  PAINT IT BLACK