As a kid growing up, there were all sorts of dress ‘codes’ that were strictly adhered to. There were certain colours you just never, ever wore together. Red heads never wore pink. You never wore white shoes after Labour Day or before Victoria Day. Or maybe that was Easter. Your hand bag and shoes had to be the same colour, etc.
When I was about 14 or 15 I paired a bright apple green skirt with a deep blue/teal sweater. When I went to meet my school mate to walk to school, she berated me for wearing blue and green. Horrors! What had I been thinking? Blue and green were never, ever seen together!
“Green trees. Blue sky.”
She wasn’t impressed with my logic.
Of course all that went out the window during the swinging ’60’s and Mary Quant et al.
And today this pink/orange/red/yellow warp flames into being on my loom.
It’s all good.
Currently reading Thirteenth House by Sharon Shinn