Blue and I have a complex history. For a brief time in my childhood it was my favorite color. For most of my life it’s been my least favorite. And little-by-little, over the course of about 2 years, I’ve slowly begun to regain respect for this hue in a highly unexpected way.
The story goes like this: blue was my favorite color from about ages 8-11, mostly because it felt “cooler” than pink, which was starting to feel babyish at the time. Then I started taking art classes, and began studying the color wheel and playing around with shades – and I grew a particular distaste for aqua, cerulean, and baby blue, all of which felt artificial, flat, and plastic. I began discovering way cooler non-pink colors like slate gray and olive green and taupe. And then, blue started to feel…well, rather pedestrian. So I dismissed it for a long time.
The rekindling began very subtly, with navy, because it wasn’t overtly blue and was a sophisticated alternative to black, or even better when paired with. Prussian came back into the picture too, with a lovely hand-me-down scarf from my mother, with a Burberry-esque plaid print. Royal blue was a distinct blue-purchase last December, in the form of a silk, 80′s secretary-style dress on sale at Banana Republic, at a price that could not be ignored. And then came Kate Winslet in her cobalt blue SAG dress this past Spring, and it was at that moment that I was ready to admit that I liked blue again.
A month ago, while scouring Shopstyle.com for harem pants (another current obsession), I came across a watery, storm-blue silk pleated pant by Maje, that had to be mine. In 2 days I was holding it – fluid, drapey raw silk, high-waisted and cinched with an elegant sash. I keep the pants clipped on my very best pant-hanger, on the one hook on the inside of my closet door so that I can see them, alone and beautiful, every time I open my closet.
I wear them with a simple, thin, white tank tucked in, and merchandise it with just one accessory – sexy Russian Red lipstick from MAC. Absolute perfection.