Wearing colour is not something that comes naturally to me, as most of you will know. But I’m being gently encouraged to sometimes try and move away from my ‘uniform’ of black. I wore grey the other night to my man’s gig and it felt so bloody strange but, oddly, a little bit liberating. It was the first time I had not worn black to a black metal gig. I found this dress today and it sang to me. I’ve just returned from snapping some quick photos. Foolishly I went out with only one bar of battery on my camera so there’s nothing special, but you can see…it’s something different.