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November 6, 2007 Colourful
I have a confession to make: one of my guilty pleasures over the last several months has been to avidly follow the Fall Colours Contest run by Apartment Therapy, which invites people to submit the use of colour in their own living spaces. My excuse for doing so was to get ideas for use in my new apartment; but really I just oggled them. Gorgeous gorgeous colours, all put together so nicely. I also learned that I am hopelessly out of style. The In Colours, Dear Readers, are combinations of blue and brown, or teal and brown. Orange also seems popular. I didn't see a whole lot of yellow or green, but--as you know--I used them anyway. They make me happy. Colours make me happy. Light, bright, saturated colours (i.e. no black, white or grey added) make me happy. I sit here on the couch at home and stare at the walls and get a little buzz from the yellow. Everything I own is a colour. My journal is orange. My casual winter coat is orange too--the fancy one is light blue (the scarf is bright pink). The bedspread is white and orange and pink and green and yellow. The current furniture refinishing project will end up bright green (with, I'm thinking, some text stamped on it in white on the top, for interest). I read somewhere once that clothing stores will put all the brightly coloured things towards the front or in the windows as a draw, knowing that while it will get shoppers into the store, most of them will end up buying the neutral. Not me. I'm the one who wanders into the store and, lost and sad, wanders back out again because everything is grey or black or white or tan. The result is that I think I end up looking like someone who cares what other people think about the way she looks. I have a few basic rules for clothing purchases: 1. No words on anything. No logos on the t-shirts, no offensive statements across my ass. No advertising. No tiny little "Mexx" or "Guess" stitched onto the collar. The only clothes that get a pass from this are blue jeans, and that's only because it's impossible to get a pair without that leather patch on the rear with the brand name on it. Though I did once find a pair at the GAP and wore them all the time, until I lost enough weight that it became ridiculous. 2. No white or black. Having grown up reading victorian literature, I never got over the feeling that black clothes are for mourning. I know that nowadays everyone is supposed to have a little black dress. I don't. I have one black shirt but it is covered with cross-stitched flowers. 3. If I absolutely must go with a neutral, I'll choose brown over grey. 4. Baggy is no good. Tailored, fitted, snug are all fine. I don't have the right body type for baggy. Put these rules together into a single outfit and it often means I am the only one on the subway in teal shoes and carrying a pink fun-fur purse, wearing a tight green t-shirt and a blue skirt (Sometimes I actually check: "Am I the only person here who's not wearing black shoes? Good god, I am"). Again, I think it makes me look like someone who cares what other people think about the way she looks. But I couldn't care less about what strangers think of my outfits. I wear them because it makes me happy to see them. No matter how hard I try, I can't understand the appeal of neutral outfits. OK, neutral as a base for bright colour, if you must. But an entire outfit of black and grey? Tan pants and white shirts all the time? Black shoes with black socks? Are we trying to camoflauge with the asphalt? It all seems so dreary. I've been told that neutral outfits are just easier. I suppose it requires less thought to dress by the rules, just as it requires less thought to live by the rules, but it's also less satisfying, less fun, and less authentic. There's nothing more neutral about khakhi. It's just common. This might be easier because I grew up in the same house as a true fashion plate: my Mom. I might be the only teenaged girl on planet earth who regularly borrowed her mother's sweaters and shoes. I asked her once in my early teens if I could wear a purple shirt with a green skirt. Did it clash? I wondered. Do lilacs clash? she replied. No colour combination you've ever seen in nature will offend the eye. Whether it's in clothing or home decor or art or anywhere else that colour might be--if you took it from the non-built environment, it'll work. This is why green is the true neutral. You can mix just about any shade of green with just about any other colour, including another shade of green, and it'll work because we're used to seeing different shades and textures of green mixed in foliage in forests and gardens with all kinds of other colours. This is why blue jeans can be worn with anything: because the sky is everywhere, we're used to seeing blue with everything. Can you wear pink and yellow? Absolutely. Find the right green or blue and you've got a tropical garden thing going. Can you wear red and pink? Sure. Lots of flowers are read on the outside, light pink in the middle; keep it in the same colour family and the red will tone down the pink, make it seem more like a neutral. Red and orange? Fall landscapes. By all means blend in with the gravel if that's what makes you happy. But when I wear something bright and colourful, all day I see it out of the corner of my eyes, and that little bit of liveliness framing everything makes life a little easier to take. In the meantime, nuts to you if you don't like it. It's not for you, or for anyone else I come across. If it were, I might be motivated to, say, wear makeup on occasion--but since I can't see my own face throughout the day, I almost never do. I'm on a one-woman mission to add as much colour to the world as I can make it hold. It's fun, it's harmless, it's non-toxic, it's non-polluting, it's nearly free. And it makes me happy. Posted by Andrea at November 6, 2007 9:31 AM under Me EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments Ooh, thanks for posting that link to apartment therapy. I've been thinking about adding color to some of my rooms, and I'm going to have to check that out for inspiration. As for clothes, I go for browns and blacks and then add a punch of color with a shirt, scarf, necklace, etc. But I am not a huge fashion person, I just dress for comfort and ease. Posted by: Dallas at November 6, 2007 10:40 AM
this post is so fun and colourful...I'm liking the *new you*. I liked the old you but I feel more of a "connection" now I suppose since we are both single gorgeous women with beautiful children! Posted by: LauraJ at November 6, 2007 11:26 AM
I have similar clothing rules. 1. No words, anywhere. (So, ditto) 2. No button down shirts (I like things that fit perfectly, but button downs are too structured for me). 3. Bright, gorgeous, jewel tone clothing (sapphire, ruby, emerald, plum, orange), very few pastels. 4. Very few patterns; if it's a solid color, I am way more likely to buy it. Color is one of my favorite things. Most of my paintings are very bright and saturated. I can't wait to have my own place so I don't have to live with white (ack!) walls. Posted by: Ky Eliza at November 6, 2007 12:02 PM
I definitely get a mood boost from colour (most notably yellow). But I wear a lot of black and tan. Partly that's because I think those colours flatter my skin tone, but also partly because I don't want people to look at me. That seems unnecessarily self-hating, but there's something to it: the idea of wearing bold colours is intimidating, because everyone would SEE me. Posted by: bubandpie at November 6, 2007 12:08 PM
That's true, it does make people look (and jump to conclusions, as discussed). But I guess I just don't care. If anyone is going to think to themselves, "OH MY GOD she's wearing pink boots and an orange top!" then chances are, they're not someone I would want to get to know anyway. And the pink boots and orange top make me happier. Ky Eliza--ah, a kindred spirit. Posted by: Andrea
It's not that people are thinking, Ewww, she's wearing pink and orange! It's that, if one wears pink and orange, one will be NOTICED, period. It doesn't matter if the attention is positive or negative, for some of us! I think it's great that you wear color. From what you describe I think you must look like a flower. That would make me smile, too. Posted by: Jennifer at November 6, 2007 12:52 PM
We wear neutrals b/c we are told that, no matter how thin we are, we are actually fat; that no matter how beautiful we are, we are actually ugly. We therefore try to blend into the pavement. I do it. I know I do it. I feel big and loud in colours and patterns and so I adjust, never wanting to be big and loud, never wanting to own who I am or make anyone else notice me. My mother raised me well. Sigh. Posted by: Mad Hatter at November 6, 2007 1:50 PM
Oh and I don't wear words or slogans for all the leftie reasons as well as the reasons I mention above. Posted by: Mad Hatter at November 6, 2007 1:52 PM
I did not know about that cite, thanks! I do wear neutrals. It suits me, my coloring. My sister calls me the quintessential East Coast Eddie Bauer Girl. Throw in a hint of J Jill and that's me! Bright and complicated patterns do not suit me, but I still don't blend in to the background. My personality is the big, bright, complicated pattern accessory. There is no neutralizing that LOL. Bright colors and complicated patterns are de rigeur here, in Margaritaville. You'd like that I think. I wear slogans that amuse me but otherwise tend to avoid it. For example, my current ball cap for exercise is black, with bright purple grapes on the front that exclaim, "Pick me squeeze me make me WINE." I walk around with a smile because that cracks me up. I'm easy that way. Julie Posted by: Julie Pippert at November 6, 2007 3:06 PM
Err I meant site. I am suffering from a bad case of source citing and enlarged thyroid (which stimulates mental challenges). Posted by: Julie Pippert at November 6, 2007 3:07 PM
I've loved reading the comments from this post. I also love color. But I think the neutrals ARE color too. We've only been conditioned to regard them as dull. Black is dramatic, and so is white. Tan is wonderful in its millions of variations. I love the supposedly "neutral" colors as much as I love green, purple, or orange. And in September I painted our kitchen a deep red. It looks fantastic, and makes me so happy. Andrea, I was reading about your "tan" apartment and commiserating because our family had just moved into a new home, and every surface was a horrible, washed out grayish tan which complimented absolutely nothing that we owned. I painted for a week, but with a nine month old and a two and half year old, I had to stop there I (the bedrooms and bathrooms remain). Our living room is now green (one of my favorite colors) and the office/hall are a cafe au lait. Karla Posted by: Karla at November 6, 2007 4:33 PM
I love apartment therapy. and color. except for in clothing. I only wear black, but you knew that. ;) I have gotten a bit better though, i have some red, and I did buy a blue coat. But like usual, today i am wearing what could be called my uniform: blue jeans, black boots and a black turtleneck sweater. Posted by: rachel at November 6, 2007 6:01 PM
LOL Rachel; I thought of you while I was writing this. Thanks for being a good sport. :) Karla, I'm not sure about that. I'm willing to admit my prejudice against black has been informed by a lifetime of watching people at funerals. But I think if tan and grey were naturally exciting colours and we had only been conditioned to see them as dull, they would not completely dominate camoflauge in the natural world, and we'd see a lot more tan and grey flowers. Posted by: Andrea
Of course I'll be a good sport, I actually thought about you specifically when I bought my red and pink sweater vest. I actually said to Andy "Andrea would be proud of me for buying this. I need some new black shirts now." I've worn it too. :) *grin* Posted by: rachel at November 6, 2007 7:39 PM
Am I delurking for this? I guess I am! I've spent so many years working at places that have a strict dress code that my wardrobe is now 90% neutral- mostly black and white. I do cut loose with a few pairs of olive or navy pants, woo hoo. But INSIDE? I am a rainbow of colors. Posted by: Sharon at November 6, 2007 8:49 PM
I am with you on colour. It's often difficult to find nice clothes with colours, and certainly with prints, which I favour. Posted by: Naomi (Urban Mummy) at November 7, 2007 6:50 AM
Andrea, I can concede that the grays and tans are not designed to "show up", as are the colors of flowers, but for me, that doesn't make them dull, or less exciting. They are simply more subtle. Sometimes I love the things that are subtle more than the things that are bold and beg to be looked at. As I write this, I think about introversion and extroversion. I am definitely an introvert, although on the (Miers Briggs - no idea of the spelling - I fall close to the middle of the spectrum). Over time I have come to see that the world values extroversion over introversion, which I have no understanding of. I married an introvert whose wonderful personality is hidden to anyone who doesn't spend a few hours with him. Over and over again people tell me how great Jamie is, and say that they had no idea how funny, brilliant, sensitive, and creative he is. Personally, I like that it isn't immediately obvious. He's a treasure that only I and others who have taken some time to discover, know about. As I said, I enjoy subtlety. That said, I also enjoy things that are vibrant. They are simply different, and have different things to offer. Posted by: Karla at November 7, 2007 10:56 AM
You know, for me, whether a woman is 'bold' or 'flashy' has more to do with how much skin she's showing than with what colors she's wearing. A woman in a yellow turtleneck can't hold a candle to a woman in a tight black silky little thing... I get dressed up once a year -- for my husband's company's Christmas party. Last year I wore an emerald green velvet dress; the year before I wore a red sheath; the year before that, a black sheath. I didn't feel any flashier or prettier or more dramatic in red or green than I did in black. In all three cases I felt quite bold because a> I was wearing something skimpy and b> I had gone to a lot of trouble to look faaaabulous. Interesting discussion as always, Andrea. Posted by: Jennifer at November 7, 2007 2:20 PM
I love this post - came here from BubandPie's space. I agree with you in that no natural combination of colours will clash. It's all about having the confidence to pull it off - your look defines your colours. For instance, I can pull off red and blue and zebra stripes in one outfit, but if I wear green people will wonder what the heck I'm up to. Hmm.. I think I shall do a post on dress in a couple of days. Posted by: Suki at November 9, 2007 9:06 AM
I have just started reading your blog; I love this post. Red has always been my favorite color since I was a little girl. In pictures of me at 18 months, I have a bright red sweater. My first tricycle was red. My blog has a red banner. My red living room makes me so happy as does my yellow kitchen, my blue bathroom, and my green bedroom. I struggle with depression, and wearing red is a guaranteed anti-depressant. I can walk around Manhattan and be the only person I see wearing red. Posted by: Mary Joan Koch at November 9, 2007 9:30 AM
Thank you, Suki. :) That's it exactly, isn't it Mary Joan? Colours are a great anti-depressant, and they're cheaper and have fewer side effects. At least, that's how it works for me. Posted by: Andrea
I came by way of B&P...this post is wonderful because it makes you pause and wonder why do I dress like this? I like what you said about nature. Clinton on TLC's What Not Wear says that too, that you can't go wrong with a colour combination found in nature. They also refer to colours as saturated colours which truthfully, I don't think I really now what those are exactly. I have a very boring wardrobe by most standards, I call it my Mommy Uniform. Jeans, black boots or Sketchers and either a turtleneck or t-shirt in grey, black, brown or navy. Recently I have been trying to branch out a bit with more green, a bit of pink and whoo hoo even red. Even a pair of shoes I bought recently a bit snazzy (brown suede) but with a stripe of green, brown and gold. I really don't want people to look at me though and while I love my pink turtleneck I really do feel like I am on display more. Stupid I know. What I find really weird is that I am in love wiht the colours of nature. We drove up the side of a mountain in Hawaii because I wanted to be closer to a rainbow. Colour in nature or art inspires me, but on clothes it really doesn't move me much. Is this a holdover from my high school uniform days? Love this post and B&P's take on it as well. Posted by: Rosebud and Papoosie Girl at November 9, 2007 1:25 PM
Saturated colours are ones that haven't been diluted by grey. If you have a paint dealer that sells behr paints you'll notice that they differentiate between saturated and muted colours--that will give you a good idea of the difference. Saturated colours, even when light or dark, have more of an oomph. And they're my preference, though they're not for everyone. Thanks for the comment. I don't think it's stupid at all. Really, I just didn't understand the phenomenon, and it wasn't until people posted comments that I'd even entertained the idea that people were dressing to blend in with other people. Posted by: Andrea
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