Two Golden Springs and a Sweet Pea Summer
Do you remember that Cyndi Lauper song, 'True Colours'?’ Well, Rose, Lily and I know what our true colours are now thanks to my lovely friend, Jill, who bought a colour consultation for the three of us as a rather special birthday present.
For the uninitiated the aim of a colour consultation is to simply to demonstrate what colours suit you best when it comes to choosing clothes and makeup. Jill, who always looks gorgeous, had been through the process herself and generously waved her magic wand for me and my daughters, known here as Lily and Rose. Now, it’s no secret that as a die-hard jeans and t-shirt girl whose default going-out colour is, er, black I’m clearly in need of help but would Lily and Rose, just starting out on their careers be offered advice that was relevant to them?
Last Saturday the three of us met up in Cardiff and trotted off to see our House of Colour consultant, the delightful Manon Davies, who in a snappy outfit of red and white gingham dress with a little black wrap top and Mary Janes was the best advert for her own skills.
We’d been asked to turn up without makeup so were all desperate to get off the street and into Manon’s consulting room at the top of her house. Wrapped in a white cape and headscarf staring at my reflection in a large mirror under the unforgiving morning light, however, I wasn’t so sure that I shouldn’t just forget about colour and ask for a paper bag. How was it possible to look so cadaverous whilst still breathing?
Manon began by establishing my skin tone, which took me to the ‘warm’ seasons of Autumn and Spring. From there she began the painstaking process of revealing which colours were best for me before completing the look with complimentary makeup. In many ways it’s easier to see the effects on someone else and as Lily and Rose took their turns I could see how dramatically the right colours showed off their beautiful eyes and enhanced their skin.
After a brilliant day of being thoroughly pampered by Manon, (yummy refreshments provided) we floated outside armed with advice booklets, leather wallets with fabric swatches in our individual colours to compare notes. Rose and I, whilst not quite from the Amy Winehouse school of eyeliner, are almost there so felt a bit naked but we all looked fresh and beaming with health which is probably more to the point!
The next day I decided to try out my new rules ie no black (only Winters look good in black!). Unfortunately this left me with two bin bags of black T-shirts and jumpers and not much else! Then I trotted into Cardigan, not known as the fashion capital, just to see how I would get on. I was amazed at how much easier shopping became once I’d eliminated all the black and the ‘wrong’ colours; normally I am a cr*p shopper, wandering round in a daze not knowing what to pick which takes ages.
Tom and I are shortly off for some cheap sunshine (it’s quite a bold step for us!) so I was really pleased to find a rail of last seasons summer clothes in one of the shops. In no time at all I picked up oatmeal cropped linen trousers (£4.99), a madras check cotton sundress in tangerine and yellow (£4) and a flared linen skirt in a really bold chocolate, orange and yellow print which would normally have scared the bejesus out of me. Not a bad start to my holiday wardrobe… although if it arrives in the same place as me it will be a miracle, but more about that next week!
Yep, the word count is a bit static but I looked at my rewrite after Christmas and realised it just wouldn’t do so am currently rewriting the rewrite!
Painting is 'Blue Pool Mwnt' by Tom Tomos