I then had a colour analysis (a rite of passage for any style consultant) and discovered I should avoid these colours as they have a warm undertone to them and do not complement the cool undertone of my skin.
I was a bit sad and particularly missed wearing my much loved and much worn brown, soft leather, biker jacket from Whistles. Sniff! But I could absolutely see that these ‘warm’ colours washed me out and so I gradually stopped wearing them.
And appreciating how the ‘right’ colours make me look more radiant and ‘alive’, I haven’t bought anything in the 'wrong' colour since. Well, apart from that orange skirt last summer but other than that, I promise, I have only bought clothes within my prescribed palette, your honour.
But (and you knew there was a ‘but’ coming, didn’t you?), I’ve gone and been bad (again) and bought myself a gorgeous, wait for it, khaki green blouse! I don’t really miss wearing brown and cream anymore, but boy, whenever I see something in khaki, my heart skips a beat!
God help me if ever I see Tom Hardy wearing just his khaki boxers - I think I’d spontaneously combust!
However, before you demand that I relinquish my stylist licence, I’ve already gone some way to redeeming myself by cleverly obeying some other styling rules to make khaki work better for me.
And, because the material of the blouse is quite shiny (good old polyester!), it reflects the light thus brightening my skin which it wouldn’t do if it was cotton or say, linen.
So, there you go. Choose your battles, wear khaki and ogle over as many pictures of Tom Hardy as you can - obvs!