Sunday, May 5, 2013
This morning Net A Porter implored me to rethink pink. Pink is my worst favorite color. I have trouble even touching pink clothing on the rack when shopping. What is it about pink that causes such a visceral reaction? It's a pretty color. It's not puce or greige. It is perfectly lovely. On others. I wear pink and look like death on a cracker. Red veins pop out in my nose, my tan turns jaundice yellow, the grey hairs begin dancing on my head. Not good, not good at all.
Admittedly pink is a wonderful color for spring and summer. What's the sunny alternative? In my closet it is orange. In my sea of neutrals, orange is the bright spot. More forgiving to my skin tone while still being feminine and happy. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.