Just color me vogue

September 14, 2013

Once upon a time, a box of crayons contained one color of each; red, blue, green, yellow, brown, black and white.

Today, there are shades I’ve never heard of, several of which sound really odd. This causes me to wonder if the guru of color, artist Peter Max, is the genius behind this development, or Jackson Pollock, although long dead, inspired the new, wild and interesting trend so far off and beyond the color wheel.

I bring this up because I’m beginning to feel out of touch.


Have you seen the new hues, tints and stains? That is what color is called today, at least among the smart set with prevailing taste for fashion and style. With fall and winter seasons approaching, I certainly want to be in style, but there are colors out there few of us know about.

How do I know this?

I recently made a trip to the big-box-store for one item and discovered the color I intended to purchase no longer exists, and it’s not even referred to as color anymore. Plus, I just received the latest “Big Name Store” mail order catalog of fall fashions and realized I’m clueless and colorless.


I didn’t recognize any of the colors the clothes, purses and shoes were shown in. They had names that were referred to as values, tones and stains, considered spirited and dynamic shades of the trail blazing fashion world.

A pair of shoes that caught my attention was shown in three shades, bruised plum, which was purple to me, playful pomegranate, honestly, it was just burgundy, and Chinchilla was nothing more than plain brown. But hey, these new hues made them appear so much more exciting!

There were shoes and purses in colors I’d never be able to explain to friends who might notice I was wearing a new item. Dragonfly green, opaque emerald, sunlight salmon and amethyst affair were but a few of the tones I would need to consider if I wanted to be on the fashion palate for the upcoming season.

Navigating through the pages I was drawn to a beautiful coat, described as snow white, a trendy blouse was white pearl, a sweater featured in cool vanilla and a dry ice white wool jacket. To me they were all ordinary white!

Featured in the same group were cream-off white items with exciting names described as a popular choice for winter. Dusted dream, misty fog, and ocean foam were exciting and classy appearing tones. But I swear they were all the same color!


Next I browsed through shades of black – caviar black, midnight black, black diamond and black widow – they appeared to be just plain black to me. But apparently, nothing is black and white anymore! Honestly, there were silent steel, champagne sip, classic abalone, true teal and major mauve. I had visions of being surrounded by lights of the aurora borealis, knowing my life would never be the same again if I chose to wear any of these vibrant tones.

In an assessment of my diminished capacity for color, or at least my inability to see true colors, I’ll need to gradually discard my pale, faded, drab, and dull shades and find more vivid, vibrant and spirited stains to put me among the vogue and brilliant kaleidoscope hues of today’s fashion world.

My heart pulsed in my throat, the beat steady and measured, excited with anticipation as I picked up the phone, credit card in hand, anxious to place my order for a pair of boots in black diamond. Next I selected a coat in rouge red and a pair of slacks in moon dust.

We are, after all, similar to colors, subject to change like stealthy chameleons.

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