You know how I have strange feelings toward some colours.
Some feelings are easy to interpret. Like the feeling I get when I wear pink or red. All confidence and blushing cheeks and twinkling eyes and light hearted laughter and completeness.
But other colour feelings are a little trickier to interpret.
I have had a long held feud with the colour blue that I am slowly rectifying and making amends for with me dabbling in some delightful blue shades of late, and absolutely loving.
And I have a lifelong issue with brown. Its not that I don't like brown on other people. I do. I really do. And I envy their ability to wear the colour. But I think the crux of my brown abhorrence is that with my brownish hair, and brownish eyes if I actually wore brown I would turn into some sort of forgettable, fugly piece of 70's brown corduroy furniture. And who wants that?
So I stupidly steered clear of all things brown (even when I sooooo wanted those awesome tan boots!) because "I DO NOT WEAR BROWN".
And then a little while go I saw this dress for a couple of coins at the op shop. And yes it is most definitely brown. A rusty red brown with a cream pattern dancing across it, but still brown. But it was also such a lovely, easy style with sheer material, full skirt and comfy elastic waist to make it perfect for the heat wave we are enduring at the moment (sorry to all those snowed in, freezing-their-butts-off people across the globe!). But surely I could not wear brown. Could I?
But I DID buy the dress! Sure, it languished for a while in the wardrobe, but then I gathered all my courage, threw away my silly preconceived ideas and rules about brown and I did it.
I wore it!
I can't say that I wasn't self conscious in this outfit. I was. I was pretty sure I heard a man whisper " mumble, mumble, brown, mumble." And all heard was, "Damn she looks like a bad piece of old doctors waiting room furniture!" But the point is I wore the frock, and I will wear it again. Because it is good to challenge ourselves and get out of our comfort zone ruts .And it really is a lovely shade. For brown.
My brown frock gave me the chance to use my cool vintage basket bag that hardly ever gets to play outside.
So there you go, breaking the rules, being a huge brown rebel and revelling in my devil-may-care attitude. Who would have though I had it in me!
Do you have clothes rules? Have you ever broken your own rules?