Colour Me Blind

When I was a child I loved anything colourful and anything sparkly.

I still do.

I’ve just realised that’s where my love affair for shopping came from. I love wandering around malls, especially the ones in Australia, because they put so much effort into the interior decorating.

I’ve realised I’ve grown through phases of colours, almost like phases of my life.

I loved the army greens, the browns and denim in my teenage phase, just because part of me was trying so hard to rebel and not be part of a cliché and another part of me was trying really hard to blend in.

I loved the reds and blacks when I wasn’t afraid to express myself, to stand out from the crowd. It was a phase when I was learning self-confidence, as I was growing out of my teens, a phase where I wasn’t worried about what people said or thought of me. If I had to colour my life, a lot of it would be red.

At the moment I’m loving the whites and light pinks and greys, which remind me of soft femininity. A phase of my life where I’m more relaxed, almost relaxing into maturity almost.

Sometimes I can’t decide which colours I love more. Put me in a department store, with their artful arrangements of all the colour schemes together, and I will browse for hours and hours until I am satiated of it all.

I believe colour is beautiful, and when put together in certain arrangements, are stunning. I believe all the studies about colour affecting mood have a certain validity, for I know I wear certain colours to reflect my moods sometimes.

It is a beautiful world we live in.