Sunday, August 15, 2010
I was Purple Peter for twenty years. From 1981 to 2001 I wore something purple every day. On most days the display of my favorite hue was blatant and obvious, such as when wearing my bright purple Levi's 501's, thanks to Rit dye. But on some days it would just be purple socks or a purple watch. Or purple underwear.
"Where's your purple?" people would ask me on days that my trademark was more subtle.
"Why not just get a tattoo in purple and be done with it?" someone else had asked. That would have ruined the fun, I thought. That would have made the game of perpetually being the guy-who-wore-purple rather moot.
After twenty years I was done.
That was the same year I had my hair bleached platinum blond and started wearing a lot of reds. And yellows, and greens, and shades of royal blue.
My hair is back to its natural color (my sister, to my amusement, was suspicious that I am now using dark hair dye). Now, I implement many bright (and not-so-bright) colors in my daily life:
I wear red to work when I am stressed out, frustrated, and angry.
I ride an orange scooter to work and back.
I drive a yellow smart car on the weekends.
I look for bright green shirts to go with my half green/half blue Adidas high tops.
I get compliments when I wear my royal blue dress shirt to work.
I wear purple when I get together with old friends and/or attend reunions, just for old time's sake.
I used to avoid brown. Now I embrace rich, chocolaty shades in my wardrobe.
I wear a black dress shirt to work when I am feeling apathetic.
I love to wear charcoal grey when I am feeling fashionable and confident.
I am not afraid to wear pale pink or even bright pink shirts.
I love to wear white, even though it's so hard to keep clean.
And when I was in high school, my entire bedroom was decorated in rainbows.