Sugar and Spice and all things nice

[smokingboot]

So, there she was; a dark-eyed stranger with shimmering skin and compelling countenance, mysterious to me, an unknowable grown-up. She stared at me out of the mirror where I had been giggling to myself, embarrassed at sitting there in a barber's bib, looking at different colours against my skin while the lady from 'House of Colour' wafted swathes and swatches across my shoulders.


I have dead white skin, apart from the freckles, and my foundation usually works to bring a bit of life into it; Otherwise I am in danger of scaring people into thinking they've developed the sixth sense overnight. Apparently I'm a 'Clear Winter' in House of Colour terms, and should play up the pallor, against which deep fuschia, burgundy and pillar box red lipsticks made me look...well, like a lady. I was very surprised. I am a girl you see, not a woman; Many XXs know the difference in themselves; it is a thing only a fool tries to define by age. I like being a scruff in jeans, but it's a revelation to me that I can be other things as well. I don't regard myself as very feminine. Sometimes it's nice to have that turned around.


The day was all part of november_girl's plan to work out a decent colour scheme for herself, her mum, and her bridesmaids to be; she took us all to a professional colourist, and it was a bit strange to see the changes in skin tone depending on the colours around the face; what a total knockout the bride was with olive green against her clear skin and luminous eyes, how her mum could wear beautiful soft pinks and blues she would previously have called, 'too young,' how Lisa blooms like a flower in deep pinks and mauves and reds, how Nicky, certain she must be an autumn with her amber eyes and tanned skin, looked wonderful and fresh in bright spring colours; After we had all been done, the day became about colour scheme for bride, bridesmaids, flowers etc; the conclusions were stunning, but I won't say anything about them, in case they change, or the bride wants to keep them a secret.

We all agreed we wish we could persuade our other halfs to have just such a day. Feeling good cos you look great is something everyone should enjoy.

It was a beautiful day, but then the last few days have all had that atmosphere; Thursday saw me wandering the city of York with Emma sans lj, walking by the medieval wall, the river, the abbey ruins, the minster...we pottered into the merchant adventurers guildhouse, a couple of churches, and Roman baths; we ate delicious Ripon spiced cake and big fat rascals (enormous cookie/scone creations full of dried fruit) and we talked about many things, among them her own wedding, soon to come.

2006, you feel like a very pretty year.

Comments

[colonel-maxim.livejournal.com]

All I can say in semi-smugness is amber and gold.

amber and silver surely?

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Your eye for jewellry is classic and elegant even if your memory has long departed down the swannee...