Color made me insecure. Everything I wore this week.

14+ looks. 6+ good takeaways.

I had a couple of good style weeks — where I felt expressed and comfortable and zingy. And this week, experimenting with color — was interesting. It’s funny, I associate myself more with color more than with black; “Miami” is a driving DNA element for me. But I had an emotional week. I was coming off a celebration of life — or whatever we’re calling it — for my son’s father in New Hampshire. I accidentally skipped a few days of testosterone. I’ve felt exhausted. Intermittently tearful. Exhausted again. All the color didn’t match my moods.

I couldn’t wait to wear black. So in the evenings, on date nights, I did.

Aha moments from the week: