I was working on some stuff about psychology, drawing houses and picking creatures and shrinking heads and stuff like that, and I got to thinking.
When I was little, my favourite outfit was a black-and white tiered skirt and an ‘I love Kenya’ t-shirt. I wore it so often that eventually, my mother hid it. Or gave it away. Apparently, when you wear the same outfit every day, people will think your parents are too poor to buy you enough clothes. **russumfussumkeepingupwiththe joneses**
With that gone, my default clothing of choice was a grey-and-white girly dress. How I loved that dress. There’s a picture of me wearing it somewhere, and pretending to drive my dad’s car. That one I was forced to give to a relative after I was convinced that I’d grown too big to wear it *pout*
Then came the white skirt with red polka dots … or was it a red skirt with white polka dots? I liked to wear it with a black beret. I can’t quite remember what happened to that one.
Next came the huge flowing A-line skirt with massive checks in various shades of purple. Oh I loooooved that skirt. I’d wear it with this silkish lilac top that had a flower embroidered on one corner. My dad dismissed that outfit after he decided it didn’t suit me. *russumfussumfatherlyfashion**
Okay. There was also a navy blue culotte that I wore with a little-sailor white top, and the spanish embroidered top that I wore with brown almost-pedal-pushers…
But I’m supposed to be talking about colours. I liked black at some point. Because I was at a stage where my classmates were throwing away all their skirts and buying jeans. I owned one pair of jeans, and this gorgeous long black t-shirt with some coloured print on the front. I’m thinking about it now, and for the life of me, I can’t remember what was painted on it! Odd.
I liked blue for a while, no idea when or why. And I always liked green eyes. Mostly because everybody else likes blue eyes, and I just love to disagree, even when I really don’t. It’s the only reason I like Arsenal. That and Thierry Henri. Yes, I’m aware he left a while back, but I’m stubborn like that. Arsenal damu.
Then, I picked the habit of saying I like black and blue. I just liked the reaction it drew, that whole raised eye-brow thing among the few that nyitad the joke, mwehehehe.
It’s been a while since I thought about my favourite colour. But I think I liked black because I was in a dark phase, depressed a lot, and doing some rather silly things. Low self esteem, what what.
Then I liked blue because I’d found peace, or because I felt it gave me peace. Or maybe just because of the blue culottes.
But now I like a new colour, burgundy. It’s a maroonish purplish pinkish shade of red. I started to like it because of my pal Z. Usually I hate red, but I saw her wear it, and it looked fabulous! Plus she has pretty much the same complexion as me, so I was like why not! I went to buguruni and bought a burgundy t-shirt. Gorgeous, just gorgeous!
The first day I wore it, I felt all warm and confident and va-va-voom! It’s still my favourite, though I’ve worn it so often that it’s faded to maroon 🙁
Either way, I was sold. From then on, I grab anything I can in that colour, from bracelets to swimsuits. I want to be surrounded by burgundy. I bought this jumper on River Road [literally] because it was burgundy. Never mind that it had a stain-slash-singe that will never come off, and I can never wear it anywhere except indoors or in AC … it’s a pretty big stain! I just love that it’s burgundy. My very own little red riding hood.
I don’t know what it says about me that I suddenly like red. I want to think it means I’m finally in my skin, that I’m strong and confident, that I’m in my peak, gutterally speaking. I imagine the fact that it’s a deep off-red rather than a fiery bright one means I still have some level of conserved … conservativeness … conservatism … what’s the word I’m looking ?
Reserve. Yes, reserve. I think I still have some level of reserve, even now when I’m at my most self-assured. I want to wear a little bit of red every day, and I do, with my bracelet. Even my dream car is red – well, burgundy *grin*
I’m now shopping for a little burgundy dress to wear to my pal’s wedding. I already have the hair, the bag and the shoes, all I need now is the dress. The only question is … can I wear red to a wedding?