Monday, November 19, 2012
The Colors in the Closet
I can't remember when I began buying clothes with color. I can remember associating bright colors with being bubbly and for me that meant being stupid. I didn't wear pink or periwinkle and I still don't really dig pastels, but this past summer I bought my first hot pink tank top...and I love it. My love for bright pink is a new found passion. It started in 2010 when, at 28 years old, I got a manicure and pedicure with my mom for the first time in my life. I had wanted to pick a dark burgundy, because for some reason I still hang on to trends that were cool in the 90s, but the manicurist suggested something bright for summer. My mom encouraged the thought, so I reached for the most far-out color I could find, or rather the color reached out for me. For the first time in my life, I had pink toes and not just any pink, but a Pink-Out-Loud kind of pink. I fell in love with the color and how the color made me feel - FUN! Ever since, my ideas on pink have been broadening, until I finally owned an article of pink clothing.
I still wear this pink tank top with a black blazer or during my bachelorette party, I wore a grubby blue hoodie over the pink. But the thing I love about pink is that you can't hide it. Even if you throw a dark coat over it, pink will find a way to steal the show. Pink will find a way out.
Over the weekend, when hanging some of my wet clothes to dry, I caught a glimpse of a sampling of my closet and felt so happy when I realized that black was a hard color to find. My closet now has deep cobalt blues, and turquoise greens, and pink, bright whites, and even a little red. Its moments like these when I recognize the tiny transformations in my life that have rippling effects and even stronger undertows signifying change and growth. I no longer want to hide myself - lady lumps be damned.