On Sep 20, 2005, at 1:08, Carol Melton wrote:
I think you should wear whatever color you feel brings out your best qualities. Not everyone can wear bright colors successfully. Why not wear what flatters you. There certainly are enough choices. What color do you think works the best for you?
Ummm... :) I have very-light-mud colour of skin, and a rather-dark-mud colour of hair, which means that very few colours "go" *really well* <g> And then, from that limited palette, I have to subtract all the colours which "don't go" with my stomach (as in: "I can't stomach that")... :)
Actually, it's more about *shades*, than it it is about *colours*... There's a shade - admittedly only one - of purple to which I do not have an adverse reaction. I think one could describe it as "grape" or, more precisely, as "red grape" (I really cannot help it, if the ad-mad folk never visit a garden or even a grocery store to get their colours straight, and still insist on using "celery" and "grape" in their descriptions).
What I look OK in... Warm colours mostly, but not the primary ones. What I call "broken colours" - "burnt orange", "dusty peach", "charcoal brown" etc. The all time favourite is black, but it too has more shades than there were patches on Joseph's coat, and I know *precisely* which ones I like <g> All primary colours leech (leach?) the wee-bit of colour I have, leving me looking like a ready to be interred corpse. And the bluer they are, the more so. A very dark green, with just a dash of yellow (two generations behind) is OK, but "bottle green" (slightly blue) is not. White is hateful, off-white (especially with just a *tinge*of coral-pink) is not. Etc, etc...
In the long run, it's safest to wear black, with a bit of colour provided by the lace jewelry, but, of course, getting the top and the bottom co-ordinated is totally impossible... Thanks be for the belt (cordovan) which almost matches the shoes <g>
One of the great things about sporting silver colored hair
Yeah, so do rub it in :) Silver hair is a matter of *genetics*. My father was salt-and-pepper ever since I can remember him (I was 4, so he had to be 40). My mother was picking out *individual* "sparkles" when she was 65 (or thereabouts. Nobody ever really knew her age for certain sure; there was a 3yr "leeway" <g>)... I waited with baited breath to see whose genes I'd inherited :)
Seems they mixed quite well... I'll be 56 come October 20, but I can still spot (and refuse to pluck out, unlike my mom <g>) an *occasional* silver hair, sparkling here and there in the general mud pie. Very much like the November-morning roads around my cousin's village back in Poland - dark brown and shiny-slick with moisture, but with a silver sparkle of ice here and there, presaging winter...
Despite the lack of art education, I *love* colours... But, with colours - as with everything else - I'm obsessive; even "turquoise" has at least 4-5 shade variations to offer <g> Thankfully, I don't have to worry about any of them; *all* make me look like a corpse, with only the precise state of decomposition being in question <g>
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