Posted by: Chelsea Novak | April 23, 2005

Yellow! I protest.

M and I had an opportunity this week to head over to the newly expanded Yorkdale mall. If there’s one thing we share, it’s a love of shopping. Sadly for him, the apple store is not yet open. So we took the time to see if a bigger Sephora is better (pretty much the same) and if $170 Guess jeans are truly magic and worth the price(they’re not). It turned into a recon mission as my mother is due in Toronto next week for a shopping extravaganza, so I thought I would emerge from my shopping-less cocoon to see what’s out there for the buyin’. I was also bitten by a ferret, but I digress.

Can someone tell me why EVERTHING is yellow? Like seriously people. I work my behind off this winter to loose weight and feel good about clothes and shopping again and all the purveyors of fashion have for me is YELLOW?

I’ve been a good girl and made my peace with colours I may not love, like purple. Purple and I have found peace together. This left just two colours to battle with: Peach and Yellow. Purple had something going for it, in that it turned out to be a very flattering colour on me, and as everyone knows, with me, flattery will get you everywhere. Peach makes me think of my tweens where I thought peach was the best colour EVER! My room was peach, all my clothes were peach, most of my pre-teen makeup was peach (save the turquoise eyeliner and mascara. Oh yes, I was one of those girls.). Peach, peach, peach. Someone really should have told me that with a cool undertone to my skin peach was a really, really bad idea. Thankfully I became obsessed with fashion and models and gave up the peach passion for black. Mmmm black.

Yellow. You and I have never gotten along. You sit there, looking all sunny and cute. You totally had me drawn in. I painted two bedrooms yellow, deceived by your promise of warmth and joy. While you did lead me to my true love, blue, I will never forget the sting of betrayal when I tried to wear something yellow. I can now say that I know what I would look like with jaundice.

Rant aside, the pickings in the stores are pretty slim. It doesn’t help that I’m still of the age where I don’t want to dress above my age, but I’ll look foolish if I shop at West49. Also, what’s with all the meh colours this season. Washed out pinks, bright yellow, coral and teal? I was standing in H&M, staring at a wall of clothes, asking myself “Is snot-green a good colour for me?”

Of course it’s not!!!

Hopefully the shops downtown will have a little more hope for me. I may have to ride out this wave of the 80s revival before I feel good about throwing down coin for clothing.

Today’s sing-a-long song: “A lack of colour” by Death Cab for Cutie

HRH

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Responses

  1. It could be worse. You could live in Victoria, where the height of shopping is the new Old Navy at Tillicum Mall(my sister thinks Old Navy is a new chain). No H&M. No Sephora. No Urban Outfitters.Sigh. I miss Montreal.

  2. Hmmm… There are two greens at H&M this season and I don’t know which one you’d call snot green, but I hope it’s not the one I’ve bought in multiple shapes. If it’s the “I have a sinus infection” snot green, then yeah, totally gross. If it’s the Montana sagebrush green, I have to support its appearance on shopping racks near me. Of course, I have supported it’s appearance since I have two blouses, a skirt, and a jacket…

  3. I mail-ordered an Ann Taylor shirt in “honeydew” cus it sounded like it would have some blue undertones, but really it’s more of a lime green. I wasn’t sure about it, but wore it friday and decided I like it. I like to shake things up now and then by adding a different colo(u)r to my mostly blue and lavendar wardrobe. And then there’s the color I think of as “salmon,” which some in the visual arts (i.e. photography) medium have called hot pink and say doesn’t flatter me. whatever.


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