Remember back in the 80’s there was a book published called ‘Colour me beautiful’. My mother jumped on the bandwagon, as did most of her friends from memory, and it was bizarre (to me) as a teenager to watch them pore over a book which presented firmly set out guidelines about what works for particular skin tones. Why not just wear what you liked?
I have no idea why it popped into my head, but I googled it the other day and found this site.
Dare you not to try that. 😉
Then I got curious about what colours I am actually ‘supposed’ to be wearing according to the book, which led me to here and the purchase of a swatch that follows the test results.
When it arrived, I looked at it for at least a week thinking – that’s so not me. That’s not right, there’s hardly anything in there that sings to me.
And then I started looking at people I saw out and about and looking carefully at what people were wearing in terms of colour and if it semed to be working for them or not.
And it was amazing how much of it wasn’t. Especially in Melbourne, where we wear a disproportionate amount of black.
I have a love/hate relationship with black. It is not in ‘my’ book. I am conflicted by this and aware that in the circles I move in it can be a statement of ‘belonging’ that is almost universally accepted. Which is weird in itself. We are all ‘unique’. Together.
A lot of the time I think we adopt a personal ‘uniform’. For days when we want to blend in, for days when we want to ‘stick out’. Sometimes I think I wear very bright things to take the attention away from myself. Sometimes I think this has become a habit and it probably doesn’t do me any favours. Particularly as I age.
And I remember a time I was in a shop, and a very sallow looking woman was insisting on trying on clothing all in the particular dull pale pink hue which she was wearing as she came in – and you could just tell she’d look a million bucks in something else, but was never going to do it ever.
So I took the offending ‘swatch book’ to a fabric store and noticed how often I was drawn to rolls which were definitely not in the book. Damn. This book is ridiculous.
I persisted, fighting against instinct and selected 3 rolls that were ‘by the book’, went to the mirror, and I’ll be damned if they didn’t make me look healthier and younger and didn’t fight for attention. Problem is, I’m not sure if I like them.
And so I wonder how often we all do this. Wear things that we think ‘make us happy’ out of habit without investigating the alternatives. I bought the fabric. Wonder if I’ll be brave enough to wear it….
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