Reflecting The Seasons - Or Not

I am a big believer in reflecting the seasons as a means of paying homage to them, in the colors one wears, even the scents.

Today in Los Angeles, winter has been interrupted by a wild jag of warm weather. I mean Really warm weather! What is a girl to do? Normally this season I have been comfortably swathed in layers of black, stealth luxury.... The message, "Notice me, but not too much, and don't intrude". I am a creature adapted to the urban jungle.

The day is bright! The colors almost Fauve or Crayolla bright. It is also semi-tropical. "What's going on here?" I think as look out the window. Suddenly the characters braving the swimming pool in January do not seem so brave, or deranged, as they would when it was 40 degrees. No. Today, feels like the upper 70's!

For a moment confusion reigns. Dressing had been so blessedly simple and comforting. I love black, but today it simply would not do.

A day like today makes one want to molt the somber colors and textures just as nature has, and to reflect her mood, and the other bright things in her creation. So, not only am I going to sign an art gallery contract in a T-shirt and jeans, I am punctuating it with a long woven scarf, like a spider's web shot with pink, but balanced with taupe and ivory.

This calls for a change in maquillage as well. Where dark plums and mysterious mauves have been the norm, everything has been given a wash of lightening and blush, fresh, like the blush on the beautiful day we have been given to enjoy.

Tomorrow may be cold and rainy (not a problem, I like such weather) and for that I'll be prepared in contemplative shades of black, charcoal and heathered gray; but that will be for another day, another mood as I celebrate the seasons in my own private way. You can do this too. It is part of living life as art.

In another mood, you could do the diametric opposite, be a blaze of red on a gray rainy day or a shady lady in black crisp separates or a little black dress in the summertime. One can be a vision in winter white in January, becoming the illusion of cool pristine snow wherever you are. Whatever you do, the difference is that now you are aware.