Thursday, 31 December 2015

'Old Lady' is a Matter of Perspective

Once, while I was in a shop looking at some scented soaps I ended up in discussion about them with the shop owner who told me that the floral scents were very popular with the young women and I expressed surprise as to me florals have a bit of an old lady association.  But it's all relative and there are young women now who associate oriental scents or the smell of patchouli and sandalwood with their mothers or grandmothers.

I have a few associations of my own that are not typical apparently.  Those hipster glasses, sometimes known as Buddy Holly glasses, look just like the kind both of my grandfathers wore.   My great aunt and uncle were somewhat modern for their time and their home was filled with what we now call Mid-Century Modern furniture and decor.  My grandparents had some too. So to me it is old people decor and I've never liked it.  It just looks outdated, although I think it is also not to my taste regardless of what date it belongs to.

My grandmother carried a handbag like this one except always navy blue and with silver toned not brass hardware.


Grandma did not totter around in heels and short shorts though and she did not wear red lipstick or any makeup except powder.

My great aunt did the red lip with no other makeup.  She also wore berets.  Her red lip was matte and almost a coral red.   It suited her well and she always wore red, green or brown, whereas Grandma was always navy, powder blue and sometimes light pink, though not as often. A white blouse and navy skirt was typical for every day.  But I digress with my reminiscing.

It's not unusual for me to go into a vintage, collectibles or antiques shop and see items that are very familiar from my childhood which means I see things all the time that others are willing to pay lots of money for and which I do not value very highly.  Either I never liked them to begin with or they seem commonplace to me.  There have been mid-century modern pieces I inherited which I could not give away fast enough but I have clearly inherited a fondness for navy blue.  That one, I am convinced, is truly in my family genetics.

So I have been looking at handbags, considering something more classic looking, something a bit more grown up looking, as I have been vaguely considering the idea of growing up.  I figured I should probably test drive a new-to-me style by shopping at the thrift store, though a non-vinyl/PVC/PU bag that isn't tacky or ratty looking is a rare thing to be found at the thrift shop. 

I am particular in what I like, though will sacrifice that in a second hand bag if I am just testing a different style.  I like silver toned hardware, not brass.  I want a blue, grey or taupe bag, harder colours to find.  I want simple lines without excess hardware, fringes or rivets, but not too plain and square either.

If I had a bazillion dollars I might want this, the Mulberry Bayswater.  I"m not sure which this one is, but I'd want the small sized one.


                                       Source: John Lewis no link

It comes in many delicious colours but I have a thing for taupe and one has to be practical if spending a bazillion dollars.  After that I'd get purple and sea blue and green.

Of course, I've never seen a Mulberry bag for sale here and I cannot even afford ebay prices on the Mulberry mini bags.  So back to reality.

I went to the local discount department store where the pickings are pretty slim after Christmas, hoping there might be a sale.  Some items were on sale but not all.  The majority of bags there were black or slightly odd colours, though I found myself repeatedly drawn to bags by Kate Spade.  If I were a basic black bag person there was even a black KS bag there, but black bags are not for me.  The other choices were a blush pink and a neon fuchsia.  No to neon but I really considered the blush pink.  However, I loathed the neon lining inside and for $200 I do not want to loathe any part of a handbag.

So then I went to the thrift shop that would have the biggest selection.  The chances of finding something I loved would be slim but I could pay $10 for something I liked.  And I did.  I have a tendency to love totes and large satchels but I have those.  I want a medium sized handbag.

So I came home with this.  It's larger than I was aiming for but it's a lovely dusty navy blue.  I have my basics in it but could fit a novel and a notebook if I wanted to.  It's a little squishier and less structured than I was aiming for also.  Squishy bags are my default so I was trying to give a more structured bag a try. The problem with the size is that I will fill it and it gets a bit heavy.

                                      half the size would be better

It's in good condition and comes from a shop in Vancouver called CNKW.  It sounds like a radio station.  A Google search told me that they make mediocre quality leather bags that vaguely resemble designer bags but are not attempting to be knock offs.  I saw comments that labelled it a trashy store full of knock-offs and comments saying it was a place your mother or aunt might shop.  Well I am a mother and an aunt.   On one site I read a discussion between two young women on the possibility of this store selling Harajuku fakes and some other trendy Japanese name I am not familiar with.    As far as I can tell the bag I bought is not a fake anything and is just a very basic bag.  There is no logo, which I like and which I see as the down side to a Kate Spade bag.

So now I am experimenting with a bag I have to carry around by the handles.  I can manage to put it on my shoulder but it's certainly not a cross body bag like I usually carry.  It's much better to spend $10.00 on such an experiment than $200.00 as well as get a colour I am happy to carry around and no shiny brass hardware.  I also get constant memories of Grandma while I carry it and that is never a bad thing.

Happy New Year Everyone!

Sunday, 27 December 2015

Ink-But Not the Tattoo Kind

Subtitle:    A Post In Which I Ramble A Bit With a Vague Ink Theme

I love ink blue, though having said that when it comes to the actual ink in pens I always choose black.  Amongst blues though, it is anything that looks inky, indigo or denim that really appeals to me, rivaled perhaps by anything in the greyed aqua range. 

In addition to the fact that I always receive books for Christmas and have happily had my nose buried in some for the past few days (ink=books, get it?), ink blue is one of my favourite colours, from the darkest ink, to a medium indigo and a faded denim blue, and as a Christmas gift I also received a beautiful pashmina in these colours.  I wrap myself up in it while reading.  I am tired from the Christmas events but I look significantly better (and thus less tired) in these inky tones than I would in black (Blue is my new Black).  They are soft and muted.  This looks rather like someone doodled designs in blue ink, shading some spots more heavily and thus darker. (It's looking slightly more teal on my screen at the moment but I've got a post sunset dimming feature on my screen which gives everything a yellowish-greenish tint so that could be why.  It's definitely blue like pen ink, and indigo dye)

Some more ink I received for Christmas, admittedly it is black:

Source               Fifteen Dogs (Just finished this last night and loved it)

Source               The Heart Goes Last

Source               Alice's Adventures in Wonderland Decoded

Sunday, 20 December 2015

Bright LIghts Small Town

In my colour testing mood, and grabbing any moments when the lighting is decent, I have tested some of my brighter items.  (All two of them)

I have to admit I am aware that I look rather amazing in this pink.  The right colours clear your complexion and brighten your eyes like no makeup can.  It's very bright on me, and looks duller off me.  It's a strange phenomenon.  On a hanger it's dark dusty rose and on me it's fuchsia.

And my other brightly coloured garment (Notice they are all soft, lightweight sweaters with no shine.  I have a strong preference for that.) is a bright blue.  A close look shows the individual threads are different colours, mauve and aqua blue.  I love that sort of effect. 

I find that texture matters to me a great deal, not just for the comfort of wearing it but for the effect it gives to colour.  Some colours do not appeal to me if they seem too opaque and solid.  I like a heathered quality, or silvery, crushed velvet or some sort of matte linen often appeals but with a colour that I really want in a silvery tone, such as aqua, I find it appealing in satin.  Perhaps this is because I find aqua it's most beautiful with a sort of translucence like water or glass and somehow the satin or taffeta gives that look. 

I have a confession to make.  It's probably not the big secret I think it is.  I have been running away from certain aspects of myself for a long time.  Look at me.  I am all ivory and pinkness.  I like sweet fragrances.  Roses, peonies, pearls, yup I love them.  And soft fluffy kittens, cashmere sweaters and lop eared bunnies.  I was afraid of the message pastels might send and confused about colours that I see as bright.  Bright is a somewhat subjective term, and some colour brightness is overwhelming to me, both emotionally and on my body.  But there are softer brights, slightly lighter but on me they stool look bright.  I have begun to find them  I had no idea I looked this pretty.

I had no idea my skin was all this porcelain bisque and roses.  I did not know my eyes were this light or that they could sparkle.  Heck I didn't even know they were this colour.  I think I'm quite used to seeing myself with enlarged pupils.  I thought I was a bit mousey and that I had to present myself as stronger, darker, tougher in order to survive in this world.  I'm not what you might call girly but I am very classically feminine.  I am soft and gentle and generally not loud and I was ashamed of that.  It's not really cool to be that way right now and when I was younger I thought that I had to put that aside in order to be grown up.  Then I got stuck there in dark colours, the dark version of any colour I like.  If I ventured towards a pastel I took a greyed version because I did not want to remind anyone of cotton candy.

Clearly my colouring is very cool, slightly soft, and mostly light though my hair is dark in comparison.  I am almost a winter if you are into seasonal colour analysis but I am a bit too delicate for winter.  Black and white are too harsh on me.  I am a summer.  And I am ready to embrace the colours of summer.  I don't have a lot of them in my closet but it's a new goal.  I have a few sweaters and a few scarves.  It's a start.  I am visible even though I am not loud.  I am amazed.

I love this colour.  It's probably technically a pastel and yet it feels strong to me.  Strong but in a good way.  It balances me.

Squinting into sunlight here.  This colour feels very strong to me but I think it is working.  I've had this scarf for two years and not worn it.  It might be a little too intense for me but it's definitely not bad.   I'm less sure about it though.

Maybe not as good as the other pink but I think this is a keeper too.  It's better than darkness.  I didn't drape the silver scarf below quite as carefully but you can still see that it works well.  I would not have guessed that such a pale silver grey would be good and I would have bought a medium grey but this time I asked the opinions of a few people in the store and the light one was the unanimous choice.

I'm wearing a bit of mascara and some hastily dabbed on under eye concealer in these photos but these colours make me look like I've applied pink blusher.  I am a bit distracted by how much lighter my eyebrows are than my hair but colours that do this much good for my face should be colours I wear regularly.  Maybe I'll have to start doing eyebrows but I think I can skip the blusher.

Obligatory Digression:  Isn't it weird how much hair colour changes with the lighting?  In the first picture I almost look salt and pepper and in the second last one I have auburn highlights.  My hair has darkened with age, but I'm not actually salt and pepper just yet.

So, it is my goal to lighten up.  The Pantone colours of Spring 2016 will be useful in that goal.  I've already lightened up my neutrals, favouring mid greys and taupes though I still have a lot of navy.  Handbags and footwear are always a challenge as I would ideally like grey or taupe or even a greyed blue but it's rare.  I only carry one style handbag and I only buy leather so I've yet to see the right bag in grey, taupe or a mid-blue but I'm always looking.  Brown does the job for now.  It's a bit softer than black and I've always loved it.

Breakdown of the ultimate goals for colour in my wardrobe....

Cool tones, slightly softened, medium colour value with some lights and darks making outfits always a medium value contrast.

Medium grey, grey-blue or medium taupe for classic shoes and bags.  Brown is easier to find than grey but it's still a challenge to get cool browns.   A dark charcoal or very soft and faded black will work, especially for formal shoes.  A matte texture makes black look softer.



Not that I can't and won't wear dark colours.  The darks in the chart above also suit me well but they are familiar and I tend to rely on them too often.  The second darkest are also in my comfort zone.  It's going lighter or brighter that I am eager to pursue.

This is the enforced stopping line.  Not for you dear reader but for me.  I must now shut up about colour.  At least until next time.

I will allow myself to say something about my other obsession though.  Fragrance!  I finally found The One in a local shop and bought myself a bottle.  Now I am in scented and coloured bliss and to link up with Patti and the gang at Visible Monday.

Saturday, 19 December 2015

Fragrance Is in the Nose of the Besniffer

I love fragrance.  I adore it.  I am perhaps obsessed with it second only to colour and maybe this is why I loved gardening so much.  In my garden you found fragrance and colour in abundance.  These days it's a bit socially unacceptable to wear fragrance and so many places, offices, schools, health care facilities, are fragrance free zones because people have allergies and fragrances can be very irritating.

What makes a nice fragrance is quite subjective too.  There are plenty which I don't like, some which give me a headache and there is that smell I call department store cosmetics counter which I don't really care for.  Not only will the same fragrance smell differently on different people, but not everyone the wearer encounters will like the fragrance.  I am more sensitive to non-perfume scents, like the chemical smells in off gassing furniture, carpets or paint, than I am to perfumes.  Disliking a smell is not the same as feeling ill or getting a headache when you smell it, though I would venture to guess that feeling ill causes a dislike.  I have no idea what particular fragrance ingredients set off my headache other than that a very strong oriental blend does.  It might be a particular ingredient or two or it might be strength.

I wear fragrance for my own pleasure and can do that since I am mostly at home.  Although I really like many orientals, I find that they can be too overpowering and give me a headache.  I also like florientals in general, some florals and have a guilty pleasure in the scent of vanilla and musk, two scents which seem a bit cliché.

I am a frequent reader of the website where people even more in love with fragrance than I am list, discuss and analyse every fragrance you've ever heard of and many you haven't, just like wine or scotch connoisseurs do.  There are base notes and top notes and middle notes and people talk of plum or chocolate or peppery notes.  The vanilla scented fragrances belong to a category called the gourmands, which is fancy talk for food smell.  The drawback, I have found, to wearing a vanilla scent, is that it conflicts a bit with the food you are eating.  Vanilla and pizza are not a good match, for example.

The current trend is for very sweet fragrances, candy-like, generally this is considered appealing to the youth market and thus to many people such a fragrant smells young, or in a negative connotation smells juvenile.  It's all subjective though and we put fragrances into contexts that we have experienced, so whatever your grandmother or mother smelled like will seem like an old lady smell to you.  It may be comforting but you may not be able to wear the same fragrance.  To a new generation of fragrance wearers the orientals have an old lady connotation whereas to me florals do.  I have also seen the same fragrance negatively reviewed as both 'a young girl's scent' and an old lady fragrance.  Interestingly that is the same phenomenon that happens with pastel colours and how they are stereotyped and this rouses the feminist in me. 

My own mother only wore fragrance on special occasions and she wore Chanel No 5.  She couldn't afford it, or would not normally spend so much on herself, but her parents bought her some every couple of years for as long as they lived.  To me it smells like elegance because it means my mother dressed up, earrings and lipstick and a lovely carmine pink maxi-dress, going out to dinner with my Dad and another couple.   I would not wear it, not because I don't like it, but because it is her and would feel like copying.

Most of my favourites over the years have had a definite degree of sweetness to them, though more in a floral and powdery way, not like candy.  I have noticed that while I like some degree of citrus, I am not attracted to the green fragrances, which feature mainly citrus and woodsy scents.  I like white flowers, roses peonies, musk, vanilla, amber, patchouli and something just a little bit leathery, but just how those scents might be combined seems to be highly varied.  Not that there aren't fragrances that are very similar or nearly duplicates.

I've noticed, when studying the list of top, middle and base notes in various fragrances, that there is some degree of formula that is typical.  Most often there is a citrus top note, followed by florals and then the amber, musky, or woodsy scents.  My understanding is limited but I think it has something to do with how long these particular categories of scent last and the base notes, or the scent that you get to after half an hour to an hour and that lingers longest is called the dry down.  Sometimes you don't like a scent when you initially apply it and then a bit later you do.  For me that is actually rather typical and liking the top notes seems to be rare.  I am always seeking that fragrance where I just like it more and more as time goes on.

I definitely don't want to leave a scent trail or kill people in the elevator.  I prefer a fragrance that you have to get close to me to detect.  This is something called a skin scent, which sounds delightfully intimate.  The trail you leave is called sillage and some people rate a fragrance poorly if there isn't much sillage.  Then there's the fact that our own nose gets accustomed to our  favourite scent and we don't detect it as readily.  It becomes easy to overdose then and wear too much of it.

Some scents are complex and change as they are worn, others smell mainly the same from the moment they go on.  My current vanilla scent is like that.  It is supposedly a floral and vanilla combination but I mostly smell the vanilla.  It was a blind buy from a sale bin, packaged so I didn't get to smell it in advance.  It has been described as everything from sublime to baby wipes, creamy and like cold cream or soap.  It's not a sophisticated scent but it's very feminine and I don't need to be sophisticated 24/7.  Sometimes I love it and other times I find it too strongly sweet.  I will probably not buy it again but it would not surprise me if I make a spontaneous purchase of something similar in the future.  I like vanilla and that won't change. It smells quite similar to Lush Vanillary, which I bought once before as well and had the same mixed feelings about.  Essentially it makes me smell like a waffle cone but I do swoon at the smell of waffle cones and I can't eat them (gluten) so may as well smell like one.

This is not my photo but it is the very same vanilla perfume and this blogger I borrowed the picture from happens to love it.


Some people are fragrance snobs, just as with wine or scotch and fragrances come at all levels of quality, complexity and price and just as with other things price is not always a reflection of quality.  In the end, fragrance is a personal choice and if you don't reveal what you wear, nobody can judge you for your drugstore staple, but people do tend to ask what it is if they like it.  

My current favourite is Rose The One, which I bought because I love The One and it cannot be found anywhere in my town.  One of the discount stores gets Rose The One every Christmas and I grab a bottle.  I'd still like to get a bottle of original The One and apparently will have to leave town or buy it online.  When I asked for it at the drugstore the cosmetic counter woman said, "Oh that one.  Everyone was wearing that one a few years ago. Here try this.." and she offered me something I did not want.  So apparently my taste is pedestrian and outdated.  I don't care and I get compliments every time I wear Rose The One.  Some would classify it as a summer fragrance, and being lighter it is certainly a bit stronger in warm weather.  In winter you probably have to hug me to smell it.  That's fine with me.  I like hugs!

Note:  I have to admit that waffle cone and wet wool (I just washed a sweater) are not a good combination.  You already knew that, didn't you?  But in case you didn't, I'm just letting you know.   Don't eat waffle cones in the rain while hanging out with the sheep.

Thursday, 17 December 2015

Around My Home

Jazzy Jack asked where I'd put the big aluminum washtub.  Fear not, JJ, I would never abandon it.  I dove head first into a dumpster to get it and I love it no matter what strange looks people give me over it.

Here it is, gloriously leaning against a wall, still in the living room.

JJ also asked for a photo of my latest selection of branches.  Here they are atop the bookshelf, just as branches should be.

I am not a gregarious Christmas decorator and limit myself to what nature provides and my collection of folk art Santas.  Every year Mum provides me with greenery from her bounteous garden and makes a swag for my door with a lovely assortment.  She tends to also buy me poinsettias and scented white carnations to add to the greenery.

                                   Here is the swag for this year.

And I thought I would leave you with my new friend Chester the sheep.  I don't usually fall victim to cute things but I'm happily a fashion victim with a sheep on my chest.

Sunday, 13 December 2015

The Sun Pierces Through the Clouds

Despite feeling overwhelmed, I persevere.  That's something I'm good at.  Though I am sad to say that cooking more and washing dishes is replacing blog reading and writing.  Still, for me there is a sense of satisfaction in being able to successfully tackle the chores of daily living.  For some reason I have really retreated from people lately, just needing to regroup as they say, to hunker down and breathe and eat and sleep and do a bit of Christmas shopping.  For awhile it was busy with appointments and jobs that needed doing, and having two electricians in my home for a few hours caused the need for at least two days of twelve hour sleep.  I need to call a plumber but am thankful it's not an emergency as I will have to summon up some energy for that now too.

I'm not much good with newsy updates but as my camera is sort of working now (that is it takes clear, focused pictures but now I can't get the timer to work) I will share the new bookshelf and the new haircut.  Posing is limited when you have to stretch your arm out to reach the button.  Lighting is good so colours are accurate.  This is my natural hair colour (no dyes in it) my naturally pale face and my under-eye luggage.  Behind me is the bookshelf I am going to show more of next.

After taking this picture I added a lovely bunch of curly willow branches to the top of the shelf.  Mum brought them from her garden, knowing I have a bit of a branch fetish and that there are branches all over my home.

Now I am going to read blogs and see how my blogger friends are doing.  I miss you all when I retreat to my cave, but as you can see, it's a rather cosy cave and it has books!

Thursday, 3 December 2015

Soft, Cosy, Low Key-That's Me

Lately I have been knitting while I listen to the sounds of the storm outside.  As much as I love hats, I am often too hot headed to tolerate really thick, warm hats and winters here don't get that cold.  On the other hand, having exposed ears with my short hair, and the fact that winter does often bring wind, means I need something on my ears.

I had some scrap yarn, it was already rolled in a ball but clearly not a full skein, not enough for a hat or a scarf, so I decided to knit a headband that would go over my ears for warmth but not cover my whole head.

I used 6.5mm needles and cast on 60 stitches.  Using a knit1/purl1 stitch I made four rows.  Then I knit a stocking stitch for five rows, which just seemed like the right width for my own head and preference.  I returned to the rib stitch and knit four more rows of K1/P1 and then bound off, leaving a long tail when I cut the wool.  With a large darning needle I used the tail to stitch together the ends and close the headband.

Easy and quick!  I could churn out lots of these.  I will put the no makeup picture of myself as far away as I can from the beautiful celebrities and models at the bottom of this post.

If you know me, you know I am obsessed with colour.  I love colour, I love colour theory, I think about, study and play with colour constantly.  I certainly have favourites, but they outnumber the colours I don't really like and I find that even colours I don't care for on their own can suddenly look stunning to me in the right combinations.  I see undertones, I see warmth and coolness, I know that if you are choosing a paint for your walls there are more variations on off white than any other colour and that getting just the right off white (lighting and surrounding colours will influence it) takes time and careful consideration.

If you read my blog you might be absolutely OVER my obsession with colour.  If you can tolerate it, a large quantity of images and words occur below.


For me, colour is a very situation specific sort of thing.  For instance, colours that appeal to me in flowers may not appeal as a colour for my bathroom walls.  Colours that look great on my friend are appealing when she wears them but do not work for me.  There are many colours I find breathtakingly beautiful and yet they are too overwhelming, too stimulating, too intense for me to live with constantly, either wearing them or surrounded by them.  I am also currently working on a long term knitting project, making a very colourful blanket.  I am enjoying it while I work on it but need to take frequent breaks from it and I won't be able to live with it when it's finished.  I will need to give it away.

Ever since I began this blog I have written about my love of rich saturated jewel tones as well as my ceaseless passion for mud-colours.  Within this seeming contradiction I set out to figure out which colours I wanted to wear, which would suit me and flatter me best and some of the things I learned about myself are that  I like analagous and monochromatic colour schemes best in low to medium contrast combinations.  While there are patterns I like, I rarely find them in a clothing item that combines them with the fabric, style and colours of my preference so most of my clothing is in solids.  I like texture and prefer the subtle variation of textures to a riot of colours.

Increasingly I am falling in love with neutrals.  For me, this means soft, muted, cool toned neutrals and I cannot deny that I am crazy about grey and taupe.  I cannot get enough of them and it's all I want to wear.  I will combine them with denim, and since I have to wear something and I happen to own pants in both black and navy, I will combine them with those.  I also like brown, cooler browns, with a grey or even rose tone to them are best.  Tans and cognacs sneak in a little, particularly in bags and shoes.  I keep black to a minimum but have one pair of pants, a pair of shoes, boots and a bag in black.

The colours of myself are the colours I like to wear, and the colours of me are soft rose-mauve, greyed blue, greyed, green, grey, cool brown, ivory and taupe.  If you think of those colours and then impose a bright pure hue on them you might be able to imagine how it does not really work.  I was worried about being boring.  I took to heart when people said things like life is to short to wear beige.  I understand that is a reactionary statement made by people who feel defensive about wearing bright colours.  Women are used to being criticised for how they look, told they are too loud, too bold, but also, sometimes, they are told they are too mousey, too boring.  We must be ourselves unashamedly and support each other in doing so.  I know I am not boring, but I no longer care if someone else thinks I am.  It would be rather exhausting to have a long lineup of people who find me interesting.  I might have to entertain and amuse them all.

I have not got digital collage making skills or software, so I will simply put a sequence of images here.  I collect many images on my Pinterest Boards, some publicly and some privately.  My private self has gathered many taupe and grey images.  My public self shows off the jewel tones.  The psychology of that intrigues me somewhat so I recently made one of my neutral tones Pinterest Boards a public one.  I am coming out of the clothes closet and saying hey everybody I like grey and taupe! And nobody notices, and nobody cares, and that's how I like it.

These images literally make me catch my breath, stare, return to look.  To me they feel safe, soft, familiar and comforting.  They feel like me.  To you they may be boring.  Or they may not.  It doesn't matter.  Sophie, whom I miss greatly but hope deeply is much happier somewhere else, and Matty, who is a dear companion and happy and healthy now living with me, are both perfect examples of my grey and taupe passion.  Sophie, a tabby, combines various tones of grey, with some taupe that shows up in sunlight and soft blue-grey eyes. Matty is a subtle and more blended mix of grey tones, with soft gold eyes, and also in the sunlight, has taupe tones in her fur.  I find both cats stunningly beautiful.

                                    Sophie as a Kitten


I might not wear these clothing items exactly, though jeans and sweaters are a favourite daily uniform, but these colours are the ones I cannot get enough of.
Grey, taupe, smokey brown, ivory, denim blue and especially so in winter.  When the summer sun is more intense, I move towards more colour.



      This vanished from my Pinterest just as I was looking up the source.  That generally means it's a suspicious link so I cannot find the source credit for it.


I just have to google search the word "taupe" and I'm in visual heaven. Although this is mainly about my obsession with taupe and grey, there is that particular greyed blue I love-often it's a denim blue and I've seen it called petrol.


Consistent with my attraction to these soft tones, it is not only clothing images I pin.  Here are some others that are on my  soft, cool neutrals inspiration board.



                                         Source: Flckr

And finally, images of models and celebrities which strike me as beautiful also fit this theme.  Not only am I drawn to black and white and sepia toned photos, i am drawn to images of women with a colouring not unlike my own, wearing these soft, cool neutrals I love.  Perhaps I have been trying to convince myself that this is beautiful and not boring.  While I cannot honestly say I think that I have the beauty of these women, I see something familiar there and none of them look boring to me. 



                                                      Source: Vogue Australia


I usually provide links to my image sources.  All of these images, except of myself and of my two cats, were found on Pinterest and I have attempted to credit the source from which I pinned them though at the time Pinterest was behaving badly and I could not create links.