Confession time. I have always been a black and white girl. I wear very neutral colours and you would seldom see me in a dress or top with any shade of actual colour. My boyfriend has taunted me endlessly and often urges me to change up my wardrobe so it doesn’t look like a cookie cutter copy of the Morrisson colour palette. My mother’s priceless expression last September when I picked up a dress that was oozing colour and pop tones made it glaringly obvious just how monochrome my style had become.
But something very peculiar has happend. Something very un-Emily.
I cannot get enough of bright, bold colours. Something about them makes me feel so gee dee happy and just recently, whenever one of them has popped up in my instagram feed or when flicking through a magazine, my eyes have widened, my heart swells and I feel inspired beyond belief!
Come on, get coloured with me.