A grey dress

I have been thinking that I wished a grey dress for awhile.  The question is always shape:  sheath or a-line.  I decided to go a-line and make up the piece of fabric in my stash.  The grey that I had was fairly dark.

The dress turned out well.  There is not much that can go wrong with this pattern for me.  I even made it the correct length.  

There is only one problem with it.  It is not black.  I can laugh at myself.  This grey is so dark.  But it is not black.  I am finding that my favourite clothes are currently black and white.  Black for day time.  White for night time.  But I used what was in my stash which is a good thing.  I know in the future black or white.  It is where my head is.

Maybe grey will grow on me . . .