Monday, October 25, 2010

"Getting Your Colors Done"

In BJD, Bridget's mother meets her suitor Julian when he comes to the store to "get his colors done."  While my mom's not going to be around to meet any suitors, she did believe very much in this whole "Color Me Beautiful" world and even owned the book.  It would appear I was 8 when the book came out, so forgive me for not remembering every precise detail.  However, I do know that my mother had her "colors done" and determined that she (along with me, her clone) was a Spring.  I imagined the whole "getting your colors done" event that my mother participated in to be the deluxe Mary Kay party of the time.  No doubt, in Bridgetland, there were pickles on toothpicks and perhaps a turkey curry buffet.

Growing up, my mother reminded me constantly about the colors I couldn't wear.  Hot pink.  Purple.  Muted tones like Dusty rose (that was very in during the 90s, at least in least in Kelleytown, Georgia).  It was horrifying.  And yet, I still go around not wearing pinks and purples, opting for turquoise and yellows instead.  Perhaps that's because my mother was a *little* less ridiculous, so I believed what she said more.  Even when it was ridiculous. 

So to recap, I'm a Spring....and news flash: so is Bridget Jones.


  1. Your mom was pretty spot on with fashion advice, actually. But I think you could wear

  2. Yeah, I was showing the book to someone to support the fact that I can't wear it, and there in the top right corner is a purple I supposedly can wear. Lavenders are fine, but purples are hard. I need yellow-toned things, warmer. My mom couldn't decide if you were a spring or an autumn. Red-heads are often autumns, but she thought you could wear all of the spring colors because your hair is more strawberry than straight-red. You wore brown and orange to Tonia's wedding, and she commented how perfect that was for you.

  3. I love that you got your colors done. I am equally proud and ashamed of the fact that I know I am a winter and before moving to LA, actually gave away or sold anything that wasn't a aqua/robins egg blue, leaf green, cool pink or lavender. (I do have some navy, khaki and charcoal pants, but only because I don't want to look like a clown when I walk out the front door.)

    I know another winter, and I have to say, it's only re-enforced my belief in the value of knowing what looks good on you. If I had all the time in the world, I would go around helping people figure out what season they are and throwing out all their unflattering clothes.

  4. Here's what I want to know: how do the unflattering clothes get in our closets? Presumably we try things on, we look in the mirror, and we think "does this look good on me?" If the answer is no, we put it back...right? Then what is it doing in our closets? Are we color-blind? You made a bold move. I hope I can take your lead.