When I was about seventeen I used to own a pair of pastel pink mary-jane button pumps and a palest blue leather satchel. I loved them. But I moved on, as you do, and I subsequently went off pastel colours for a very, very, long time. Too wishy-washy. Wan.
Sugared-almond shades now seem to be having another moment. There they are, peeking out of magazines. Budding fashion editors on Polyvore seem to love them. And there also appears to be a lot of excitement about pastel-coloured nail polish, although as a nail-biter of many years standing, nail polish isn’t something I could ever get excited about.
I don’t really see myself decked out in any all-pastel outfits any time soon either. I would probably look like a mother of the bride who has wandered off from a wedding. I’m also getting an unpleasant mental picture of big hats, the sort with wafty feathers, at Ascot.
A pale coloured T shirt or two might be ok during the summer though.
But I am most definitely plumping for a bit of pastel in interiors. Not too much, just a bit, here and there, like sprinkles on ice cream.
And I can also see myself undertaking a pastel patchwork project. That is, if I can get my hands on enough of those pretty vintage sheets.
So, how do you feel about pastels? Pallid or pretty?