Feeling Blue


Do you find that you go through a stage where, for no particular reason you  you are just attracted to a colour?  This might not just be for clothes, it might also be for your home. When you see that colour it just evokes a positive feeling.

For a long time, up until recently, I have had a thing for yellow.

Possibly, as Meryl Streep put it via The Devil Wears Prada soliloquy about the cerulean  jumper,  it isn’t actually random,  just the end result of a dripping down of yellow from fashion week 200something.

I do know that about 20 years ago I loathed yellow and that my mother at the same time seemed to LOVE it.  I think I hated it because I thought it looked overtly ‘in fashion’, which if my mother was loving it, was most invariably the case, as well as being an ‘old lady’ colour.  (Eek, I’m now seeing a point of connection here that isn’t making me feel good.)

Well, I’ve moved on from the yellow stage now and over the past year or so, have been very drawn to blue.  A colour that previously, made me feel drab is now popping up in my house, in and out of my wardrobe, quite a lot.

Something about blue, feels like it’s the clever black.  Being able to use it like black, but in doing that feeling a bit unexpected and more interesting.

The other upside is that the right shade of blue can do many of blacks tricks, but without any of blacks penalties.

Sure, it doesn’t hit the high notes – when working at its best, black is like the perfection of an Audrey Hepburn arched brow, and nothing but a crisp white shirt can rival this for such visual superlative.  On the other hand, blue can offer a kind support to skin that isn’t always at its perky best.

For me, I’d describe my blue as a sludgy denim blue, and sometimes navy – I wish I could ask Miranda the exact name of the blue that is best for me.

PS: via http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0458352/quotes

‘This… stuff’? Oh. Okay. I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select… I don’t know… that lumpy blue sweater, for instance because you’re trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don’t know is that that sweater is not just blue, it’s not turquoise. It’s not lapis. It’s actually cerulean. And you’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves Saint Laurent… wasn’t it who showed cerulean military jackets? I think we need a jacket here. And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers. And then it, uh, filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you’re wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room from a pile of stuff.