How Colour Has Changed my Life
It just makes me so happy.
I recently read the book Joyful by Ingrid Fetell Lee and it sparked a passion in me that I didn’t know I had. In this book, Ingrid talks about cases where colour has dramatically effected people’s mindsets. Like how simply painting a building a bright colour turned a rough neighbourhood completely upside down, and how colourful school hallways in a high school improved the student’s learning.
I became deeply, deeply fascinated by colour. I started to wonder about the type of effect colour would have on me if I started introducing more colour into my life. It started with the accounts I follow on Instagram.
With Instagram being my job (I know, one of those annoying influencers, right?) I spend a lot of my time on the app, have whatever opinion you want about that. But I started to notice more and more that the accounts I followed were all pretty… beige. Of course, there isn’t anything wrong with that. If you like beige then, hey, be beige. But I thought about the colour beige and I realised that it didn’t really spark any sort of emotion in me. And these neutral photos didn’t make me feel any type of way. So, I started following more accounts that were ore colourful. It sounds crazy, but I started to get more excited about what I would see on my home feed. It felt a lot more exciting, and the content I was starting to see was something I hadn’t seen before. It made me happy. So, I started implementing colour into my own photos and you know what? I’ve never been happier with how my feed looks!
I also started implementing colour into my wardrobe. Now, I’m definitely not one of those ‘if it’s not black, I don’t want it.’ Type of people, but I wouldn’t say it was the most colourful or inspiring either. It was mostly a mixture of browns, rust oranges, blush pinks, greens, whites and blacks. Nothing super special. So I started experimenting with brighter colours, like blues, yellows and reds. I even started mixing these colours together which is something I would have never, ever have done before. I have to admit, that when I first stepped out in my bright yellow trousers, I did feel a little out of my comfort zone. I was so used to wearing colours that would allow me to blend into the background, and I certainly stood out in these on the London Underground. But once I was over it, I felt comfortable and more confident. I felt like a woman on a mission, who was born to be wearing colour, a woman who isn’t a wall flower and who isn’t afraid to stand out.
How did others treat me when I started wearing more colour? Well, people look at you more. When I was walking around the street in my high waisted red trousers with a baby blue and white blouse on, I noticed people looking at me more. I’m not exactly from a town that’s the forefront of fashion, but I didn’t feel like what I was wearing was too out there. But I still got some weird up and down looks. Some people stared, others smiled and complimented me on my outfit. That had never happened to me before. With people looking at you more, it can sometimes mean you can get some unwanted attention. In the space of a day, I got cat called on three separate occasions. The last time I remember that happening was when I was wearing a school uniform (gross, I know). Of course, it’s an awful feeling when that happens, but it’s something that, unfortunately, is beyond my control. And for the record: the outfit was in no way revealing.
Now that I’ve brought more colour into my life, I’ve started to notice the lack of it wherever I go. As I was on the tube, hungover and tired wearing a grey t-shirt, the amount of black and grey really shocked me, and I don’t know how I didn’t notice it before. Going up the escalators to get into Euston Station, my eye was immediately drawn to the woman wearing the yellow jacket. Standing out in a sea of black. And I couldn’t help but smile. It made my heart happy.
Since my obsession with colour has consumed my life, I’ve felt my mood improving. When I’m in a colourful outfit, I feel much more confident and happier. It’s improved my confidence so much that I’ve actually decreased the amount of make-up I wear day-to-day. I always, always used to wear eyeliner. I have done ever since I was 16. But now that I feel happier, I haven’t felt the need to buy a new one.
I know that not everyone is going to feel the same about the impact of colour. For some people, colour will have no effect on their mood. But for me, it’s been a massive game changer. It’s worthy of an experiment at least!