Getting back in a force-forty gale from St M's this lunchtime, I picked up my 'mail' as I opened the door.
Nothing remarkable (except that for once there were no appeals), but the usual load of unwanted catalogues were in a heap behind the door.
I virtually never, buy from these, but often flick through them before consigning them to the recycling baskets.
This batch were mainly womens' clothing for the 'older' woman.
Now just where did they get that idea from?
Older woman indeed! I don't admit to a day over ......well I don't anyway.
The thing that struck me most forcibly, apart from the exorbitant price of most of the stuff, was the assumption that any woman over 50 or so must conform to a regime of drab, shapeless garments, mainly in shades of grey or worse - much worse - beige.
Now I suppose there is nothing inherantly wrong with beige but I loath it. Colour is very important to me and as I may have hinted before everything, including my moods are seen in terms of parts of the spectrum.
Somehow or other my leanings are towards green, blues and violets and not to the reds yellows oranges and browns. As for beige. What is beige?
It's a non-colour, an absence of colour, the faded remnant of a once bright shade. It is what happens when there is no natural light, in short, for me it is anathema.
There is a tendancy when hair's natural colour fades for what remains to become a sort of brindled grey or white (if you're lucky) and whatever the original once was. Most of us sigh regretfully and live with it. A few go determinedly blonde or red. A few really sad specimens add the merest touch of heaven knows what colour to the pale original which then becomes......You've guessed it , beige!
Add to one nondescript head of hair, one fading skinned face a top and skirt of the dreaded non-colour and you have a premature ghost.
Why oh why do people (men too), not play to their strengths and emphasise what is worth emphasising rather than paint over the entire creation with a neutral wash.
I'm sure the good lord created colour to imrove life's perspective, why not meet him half-way?