Is my beloved COS dress Black? Or is it Navy Blue?
I have a confession to make.
I think I am a little bit colour blind. Not the official definition of it of course but just a tiny case of, hum, colour confusion.
All those years Hubby (style expert n1) and my Little Sister* (style expert n2) were teasing me about my occasional confusion between dark green and brown , I have very vigourously denied it (I think we can all see how certain shades of green can very misleadingly look like brown…let’s call it camouflage, shall we).
A couple of weeks ago, I shamefully finally recognised my wrong ways (but shuuut don’t tell Hubby and Little Sister).
It might sound a bit too conservative (and so be it) but I do love black and navy and these 2 colours represent quite a bit of my winter wardrobe.
What I like even more than black and navy is mixing both colours together in the same outfit to add a bit of, let’s call it, texture. We can also call it perhaps a tiny bit rebellion against the aforementioned conservatism. A total Rebel I know.
So I love a black & navy mix. But not any mix. There is a whole science to mixing these 2 colours. It is about which item needs to be black and which one needs to be Navy (maybe a post on that once I sort out my colour problem?).
Given my love for both colours, I happen to have almost every simple piece of clothing in both colours (like we say in french “when we love, we don’t count”**).
And sometimes that begs the (almost) style threatening challenge of guessing which item is which colour.
At first, I blamed my inability to differentiate on the lack of (London) light (“Hubby, we either need to invest in some SERIOUSLY strong lamps OR move to somewhere SERIOUSLY sunnier, like I don’t know Santa Barbara”) or in those tricky Machiavellic textures (“Hubby, how come that navy wool ends up looking black”, “!?!….!!!”).
Then, I realised I did have a problem when I sneaked up (behind Hubby’s back) on my 3 years old Little Man to ask him – mid breakfast- if he thought my skirt was black or blue (toddlers, no matter how stylish they are do not get fancy colour naming like “navy”).
He looked up, said “It is blue, mama!”, before concentrationg on his cereal bowl.
And I flet shame (well, kind of, you know let’s not be too dramatic after all).
Now, you tell me, is this dress black? or is it navy? Or are you just as confused as I am?
* She is in her twenties, so not SO little in case you were wondering. although I would expect you lovely readers to be very familiar with Sara through her eponymous profile (dare I say interview) on this very same blog
** In french: quand on aime, on ne compte pas!!!!