When I met my first and second husbands I was wearing a red dress. I wore red for my second marriage. I love wearing red hats. I love red shoes, but find them hard to find for my wide feet. My favorite shoes ever were a pair of red suede boots. It is very easy to go shopping if you are looking for red, either in a thrift shop or a department store.
At job interviews with a man, I have worn red; with a woman, anything but red. Once, when I was manic, I had a red sweat shirt made up that proclaimed, “Never love a man who doesn’t love Jane Austen, Doris Lessing, and Margaret Drabble.” The owner of the shop told me no shirt had evoked more comment. Her favorite was a man who reacted, “That poor woman; she lives in the wrong country.” Obviously he was right since I married an Englishman.
My favorite coat is a bright red fleece jacket I inherited from my mom when she died 3 years ago. When I wear it, I sometimes feel like she is giving me a hug. When I meet someone in Manhattan, I am easy to find–straight silver hair wearing red. It’s sad how few New Yorkers wear red. PerhapstNew Yorkers should commemorate 9/11 by wearing red.
Reading Bub’s Post, I wondered how I reconcile my lifelong introversion with red. Red is how I cope with my shyness. If I wasn’t wearing red to a party or a meeting, I might disappear. When I am manic, I cope best by going to NYC , wearing red, and talking to strangers.Now at 62, I suspect my silver hair absolutely cancels out my redness.