Friday Feels Like: Wearing the Earth

Recently I have found myself having a strong resilience to wearing black. A colour I usually opted for, for safety I guess, and longevity – to make it classic. It may be the summer breeze going to my head, or some sort of transitional moment for me, but lately I have been swept away by the glory of wearing colour.

To dissect this even further, the colour palette that I find myself most drawn to is that of nature: red clay, deep sea blue, desert yellow, misty grey, wet grass green. Without sounding like a complete hippie, I think there is something worthwhile in this discussion. The love affair I have with the wide open spaces of the outdoors is now creeping into my wardrobe. The harder I crave these spaces and places, the more I feel I need to adorn myself in such relatable colours. Perhaps they bring up emotions, memories and affiliations that are subconscious to me, making me feel happier and more grounded. Like my own little escape, wearing these coloured garments brings my ‘happy place’ to my everyday.

It’s the nomadic-girl’s way of trading off five days a week spent in the city.

I once knew a lady who decided to wear one color only for every month of her fiftieth year. Giving her own wardrobe to The Salvation Army in return for an entire color-blocked wardrobe for each month. April was red. She enjoyed this, claiming it made me feel energetic and sexy. Yellow she decided was a harder task. And, I guess we can all understand why. Skin-tone springs to mind…

There is something to be said of the colours we enjoy having around us, what we are instinctively drawn to, and which of them have the ability to propel us into a world in which we feel happy and comfortable.  Surely, that is what getting dressed is all about?