So, I’m not sure what’s causing it, but I’ve got a HUGE craving for colour at the moment.
We painted the sitting room wall blue, I’ve been buying a rainbow of tulips by the armful from the local veg shop and I’ve even painted my nails bubblegum pink – still thinking about The Grand Budapest Hotel, the last time I had a mad love affair with colour! I’ve also just rearranged the bookcase into colour order. The chances of me ever easily finding a book again are slim to none, but damn, it’s pretty.
Maybe it’s a natural reaction as the seasons change; perhaps I’m emerging out of my winter slumber, unfurling myself like the first buds of spring. I’ve definitely got the desire to get out sowing seeds for a colour-filled cutting patch on the allotment.
Or, it could be because I finally got to meet Kathryn from Kat got the Cream the other day and I’m still in awe of how she manages to put together her gorgeous outfits of bright colour and print and always look effortlessly grown up and chic. If I did that, I’d look like an escaped children’s TV presenter, so she’s a definite style inspiration.
During a marathon pancake eating session on Shrove Tuesday (one of February’s Nourishing Goals ticked off, right there) my friend and I were musing over clothing and style. As the most minimalist women I know, we both own very, very small wardrobes of clothing. I’m talking a solitary pair of jeans, a handful of tops and little else. But we’ve both come to the same conclusion. Minimalism is definitely still the way we want to live. But, if I’m honest, sometimes it can feel really a bit too worthy and at its worst, incredibly dull.
It’s partly because I own so little that I wear the same stuff all the time, which, whilst handy in ‘what-the-hell-do-I-wear’ scenarios, can easily become staid. But, in my case, it’s also the kind of clothes I own. I’ve talked about this before – when I did my wardrobe audit – and it’s still true today. Lots of black, lots of navy. Hardly any print, pattern, bright colours. No jewellery at all. It’s my sartorial equivalent of hating to stand up in front of an audience. Safe clothing. The kind that doesn’t get you noticed.
However, this feels like it’s backfiring as I get older; I feel like I’m disappearing. My hair is getting greyer, my body feels noticeably creakier in the mornings, and I can see ever-increasing ageing in my face (are you weeping for me yet?) and I’m going to be 40 next year. Not an old age, no. But one that I want to celebrate, not fear. I want to enter the second half of my life feeling amazing and optimistic, not as though it’s all downhill!
It’s not about having more stuff – I don’t need more stuff – but it’s about choosing vibrancy over beige. Pink over navy. A clash of colour in my wardrobe instead of the safety of black. I want to swathe myself in coloured scarves, have rainbow painted nails and fill my house with flowers. I’ll buy cushions and patterned throws, make more art with the kids and then hang our work on the walls. We’ll make cakes and decorate them with wonky orange icing and feast on vibrant pomegranate-jewelled salads from turquoise plates. I’ll even learn – for definite – how to sew clothing for my daughter and for myself. We’ll festoon the walls with bunting, make prints of our photographs and bring a world of life to our home. I will be minimal in the amount of possessions that I own, but no longer in my aesthetics.
So, next month’s Nourishing Goals are all about embracing colour. Passion. JOY. In magazine aesthetics, I’m thinking less Cereal, more Flow. In my wardrobe, in my home, on the allotment and in all aspects of my creative life, I want to bloom...
PS: I just bought day-glo trainers. This could clearly get out of hand.