In high school for a couple of years I would be at different ends of the spectrum all the time. I wore mostly black jeans, so it depended on my shirt. Many days I’d have a plain black shirt of some kind, so I’d be all in black. Then, other days I’d be in tie-dyes, bright orange-smilie face shirts, or tuxedo t-shirts.
I was mistaken for a teacher quite often, too, because along with the tie-dye, I had a beard and long hair in at the beginning of Grade 10. 
I go back and forth between “black black black black black” and “Oh look I’m a Dixie Chick!” I like 'em both. My folks don’t care for the all-black look, though. (Actually, I bet that’s why I started it back in middle school.)
Mom is funny. I once left the house wearing a Player’s Racing Blue sweater and a khaki skirt and came home in black jeans, black “cowboy” boots, a black button-down over a black tank top, a black duster and black streaks in my hair. She almost killed me. It was hilarious.
Yes, and before my current job . . .
I was at a friend’s wedding in a black business suit, and found out the hall at the hotel where we were having the ceremony at was locked. Myself and 40-some odd others were waiting for the staff to show up with the keys, when my Pop gave me the idea: I put on my Ray-Bans and plugged one ear of my walkman into my left ear, and proceeded through the kitchen. I was stopped by a waiter, but claimed I was with the ‘security entourage’. Damned if the waiter didn’t show me how to get into the hall to unlock it.
'Twas an interesting event, and I highly reccomend that y’all use the same tactic if ever caught like that again.
Tripler
But I’ve moved on to bigger and better. I am a PIB
Doesn’t that kind of look crappy with white socks? I can understand the boxers, but people can actually see socks.
Personally, I think there’s a big difference between cool black (like Jeff Goldblum) and teen black (black jeans and a black Slayer t-shirt). One works, the other… uggh.
I went on a long drive to a conference with a colleague, a very quiet person, quite fastidious and conventional in her dress–extremely so, for a scientist. Along the course of our ride we talked quite a lot. She told me about all the different varieties of tomatoes she was raising in her garden, I talked about the herbs in my windowbox, and we discussed work and gossipped, but by the fourth hour or so we were telling our life’s stories. . . and she said, “Then there was the year in high school when I shaved my head and dyed all my clothes black.”
My jaw dropped, literally. She’s the last person in the world I would have fingered as a former PIB!
A quick update: one of my friends gave a late Xmas present this weekend. It’s a t-shirt that reads: “I’m only wearing black until the make something darker.”
My friends can be so cool.
I’m a wearer of vivid color during the week, and a PIB on the weekend. I feel so two-faced…
Mr. Scarlett and I once went to the wedding of one of my co-workers, mostly so I could drop off the gift from the work people. Mr. Scarlett wore an all-black outfit, complete with black fedora, round Lennon-style metal-frame glasses, and his usual full brown beard. Some fellow guests came up to us and told ud that at first, from a distance, they though he was Amish! (Rather a dumb conclusion – why would an Amish man be at an “English” wedding with an obviously “English” woman, and the Amish also don’t wear mustaches.) But as they got closer, they saw his diamond stud earring and changed their minds.
That’s a great shirt, HannibalV.
I used to be a PIB, but not anymore. I’ve been trying to add a bit of colour into my wardrobe, so I now have some greens, grays, maroons, blues and browns in there. However, I still gravitate towards black jackets and black shoes.
The only time I ever give any thought to wearing dark colours is when I go out at night; I’d really rather not end the evening by being run over by a car because the driver couldn’t see me…
I remain a sucker for guys in black, though. For New Year’s Eve, KKBattousai wore all black, including a black leather jacket. He looked very handsome.
But then again, he always looks handsome. 
I’ve been a PIB plenty of times. My parents just LOVED the stage when I even went so far as to dye my hair black. :rolleyes:
Now, I still gravitate towards black skirts, shoes, and most jackets, but I wear a lot of blues, greys, greens, and dark/purplish reds.
After what I put my mom through, nothing my kids could do with their clothing, hair, make-up, or piercings would suprise me.
Oh yeah, through high school all black.
When I first started I had pretty light blonde hair and green eyes, and fair freckled skin.
I left for school in my normal all black to include boots and trench coat with my hair a mile high. When I came back my hair was jet black.
I used to use corn starch to make me paler and than black lips, eye shadow, heavy eyeliner, and blush.
My mom tried hard not to freak out on me, but it was a losing battle, and we had a bit of a spat. I stated my case, and for a while after she would only ask me if I was sure that I wanted to go out in public like that.
You know what? My mom turned out to be pretty cool about the whole thing. Didn’t have a problem being see with myself and my friends. I have to give her that. I was the only child she had with blonde hair so she was upset about the black. I think she was even more upset with the blue and purple it later turned into.
And around here we didn’t have the permanent stuff. I spent hours in the bathroom with a permanent marker and my Aqua Net. (85’-90’) Of course now I find the permanent stuff and my husband says that being 29 and having five kids makes me too old to do that stuff anymore. Yeah, this comming from a man who went into the Army at 18.
Anyway! I still have a thing for black, but not as severe as 10 years ago.