Color Me Happy
WHO’S AFRAID OF a little color? Plenty of people, myself included. Whenever I try to use some—in my wardrobe, my decor, my makeup—it’s a trial-and-error exercise that results in a lot of errors. When it comes to clothing especially, my flailing reflects my introvert-extrovert personality: I swing wildly between wanting others’ attention (hello, loud-print jumpsuit!) and hiding in terror from it (back to the cream sweater and black pants—whew). One theory on why: I spent some of my most formative years in the ’80s. For anyone who survived that neons-versus-neutrals decade, color can seem an all-or-nothing proposition, and a lot of us go with nothing. (Meaning: black, gray, beige, variations on white—and dark brown when we’re feeling really daring.) It’s kind of a bummer that, considering color comes in a literal…
