I don’t really care for purple. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I hate it or anything because, like people, all colours deserve respect. And also like people, colours change depending on who they are hanging out with but if I’m being honest purple has always left me feeling slightly uncomfortable. Yes it’s associated with royalty and wealth and sophistication, and admittedly, a field of lavender in Provence is a truly miraculous thing but I don’t know, it’s just not me. All the other colours have had their turn as my favourite. I have often gone as far as burgundy. And right round the other side to indigo. But purple, never.
Curiously however, several images that have pinched my ear to grab my attention lately have conspicuously included purple. And not only do they include purple, it is the purple in the images calling my name.
Here is a random sample
So what does this mean? Of course I know what you are all thinking, it’s what I am thinking too. It means I have crossed some barrier, that there is no going back, that my youth is well and truly over.
The talented and lovely fashion designer Beattie Lanser tried her best (more on Beattie some other time).
“Purple is a fantastic colour” she enthused, waving a fabulous, hand stitched purple velvet dress in my face. It was tempting to believe her. The dress WAS gorgeous. And she is a master at putting colours together. But I’m not sure if I should trust her, she is still in her 20’s after all.
Clearly more investigation is required. So perhaps in the name of research I should buy myself these Vivienne Westwood designed Melissa Shoes and take to the streets?
But as long as you are here, what do YOU think ? Purple, fabulous or frumpy?