This is a warning because I like you. I am obsessed with colour. I play with it, read about it, study it, and have written about a bazillion unpublished blog posts on personal colour analysis and my exploration of it. Yes, I said unpublished. I have written and published a few in addition to the masses of words and pictures I've accumulated and not inflicted on the online world. That's about to change. I've got two lengthy posts coming and so I decided to warn you in advance. Fortunately nobody is going to make you read them. I am posting them for anyone who is like me and obsessed with the topic, or perhaps those who are mildly interested but patient. I am not even sure my own mother loves me enough to read all of these posts, but then I write this blog for myself and if it pleases me to write endlessly about colour then that's just how it is. And it does please me.
For some people choosing colours to wear is not a big event. They may not believe in personal colours or they may not care. I would argue that it is a fact, not something to believe in, that everyone looks better in some colours than others and that there is a scientific basis for sorting colours into groups that belong together based on like properties. That we can determine which groups of colours suit us best and that thankfully someone else has done all the work of organising the colours into groups. There is a version of almost every colour for everyone, so the colour palettes are not limiting as some might think, though they are limiting because their very purpose is to eliminate colours that do not flatter and home in on the best of the good ones.
For some people it is enough to decided if they suit warm or cool colours and have done with it. I read somewhere (can't remember where) that colour discrepancies humans are best at distinguishing is warmth and coolness and it is the wrongness of this warmth or coolness that may be the first thing that jars us. Warm and cool are temperature terms and colour only has perceived temperature, of course. The more blue in a colour the cooler we perceive it to be and the more yellow, the warmer we perceive it to be. People who perceive their own colouring to be cool may avoid yellow and those who perceive themselves to be warm may avoid blue, as indicated in the chart below.
However, green is a bit of an exception since green is a combination of blue and yellow and the more yellow that is added to the mix the warmer the green appears to us. The above chart is woefully inadequate, since browns can be made cooler and purples can be made warmer, but it does give the general idea.
Just look at some of the options for wearing the colour turquoise. Don't you want to know which one is your best? I've always thought of turquoise as a cool colour but that's somewhat relative. The more yellow you add the warmer it gets. The warm versions get closer to green and the cool versions closer to blue but with many of them they are best distinguished from each other when seen in comparison. Oh no! Such opportunity to get it wrong.
Myers Briggs personality test results consistently place me as INFJ
INFJ people like to learn everything, every detail, all the nuances, in order to fully comprehend the core idea, the nugget of truth. Or at least they do for topics that interest them. I find I do not have this compulsion with algebra.
But colours-those interest me! So two lengthy blog posts are coming. They are already written and my finger hovers over the publish button like Ronald Reagan's hovered over the red button of doom.
In the meantime here is an update that has nothing at all to do with colour or the Cold War.
Update on the handbag experiment:
The short handled
bag I bought (thrifted) recently has been a short lived experiment in
carrying a new-to-me type. The experiment lasted about as long as did
my attempt to take my coffee black. I am a die hard
shoulder-strap/cross body bag carrier and having to hold the bag in my
hand just drove me nuts. I also had accidents.
us who drive a car have a sense of our vehicle's boundaries and edges.
In time we know exactly what small spaces our vehicle will fit into or
through. Well, I had difficulty driving this new handbag and I didn't
know where the edges and boundaries were at all. I kept knocking things
off shelves in the shops when I was carting around a bag hung over the
crook of my arm, which is what one has to do if one needs one's hands.
Strike two against the bag was that it did not meet my requirement to go
smaller. It's a lovely bag, but seems not right for me. I will sell
it and hope someone else can enjoy it while I enjoy the cash.