Colour

We all agree my hair is purple, although you'll have to take it on faith until I find a picture to post.  Actually, my bangs are still gray underneath the purple (for contrast) and although the entire front of my head is purple, the sides and back are gray also.  So what colour clothing do you wear with purple hair?  I guess whatever suits your personality, and your complexion.  I am not temperamentally attracted to either black or stark white clothing.  I know there is a massive fashion movement for women that says you should always wear black clothing, with a pop of white or red for interest.  However.

I have been waiting for 30 years to develop a fashion sense, and it just hasn't happened yet.  I keep hoping that my next birthday I'll wake up with the knowledge of what looks good on me and what's in fashion.  Despite my endlessly optimistic nature, hope is starting to fade.  My best fashion statement would be that I've never met a t shirt that doesn't match my jeans.  I have no concept of what "mom" jeans are.  I am a mother.  I wear jeans.  I try to choose jeans within my price point that are relatively comfortable and not too tight, but whether that makes them "mom" jeans or not I have no idea.  The day that I wear jeans with an elastic waist is the day they fit me for Depends! 

I like clear, bright colours with no muddy undertones.  I don't like fussy synthetic material that clings to every bulge and wooble on my body.  Actually I wear a lot of red t shirts and sweaters and such.  I like red.  I also wear pinks and purples because they "go" with my hair.  I also like shades of green and some blues, although royal blue tends to make me look washed out.  

There is a store in our mall that claims to cater to women my age, but I have never bought anything there.  All of their jeans have embroidery along the hem and up the legs (which would be lost when they were shortened) or sequins.  To me, they seem to consist of layers and layers of floaty stuff draped over that synthetic fabric that clings to everything.  All of the sweaters have those cowl necks that drape below my boobs, making a perfect trap for toast crumbs.  Everything seems to be planned to end at my knees, and at 5'2", that makes me look like an animated dust ruffle. I'm afraid that I would shut the floaty layers in the car door.  Or, worse, trip over them on my way out the front door.

Why do designers play such evil tricks on unsuspecting middle aged women?  Its hard enough to find a store that isn't full of too-tight pants with too-small tops with too-loud music, and girls too young to date my son.  I'm not ready for the geriatric department at Sears, where the pants are polyester and have elastic waists with no buttons.    So why, then, do the clothes designed for us seem so unflattering and such ugly colours?  My complexion is much paler than it used to be, and is not improved through proximity to dreary gray, mopey beige, or newborn diaper gold.  

I have places to go and things to do.  Being followed by layers of trailing fabric of dubious colour would only cause mayhem behind me.    I am easily distracted these days, mainly because I have forgotten what I am looking for, and double back looking for clues.  Despite the purple hair, I could be easily overlooked and then cause true damage when I reverse unexpectedly and run over whoever thought I was safely in front of them.

I am still happily reading Seanan McGuire.  I have completed "Rosemary and Rue" and "A Local Habitation" and am working on "An Artificial Night".  After completing "A Local Habitation" I realized that it was a clever version of the classic Agatha Christie "Ten Little Indians" where everyone is trapped on an island, people keep dying, and rescue cannot reach them.  It was very very well done and I really enjoyed it.