There are Bright Winters and then there are BRIGHT WINTERS.
...how to tell them apart, why it matters, and 5 steps to coming to terms with it.
Welcome to Wardrobe Wednesday, colour analysis based nuggets of wisdom to help you dress like a Scandinavian even if you prefer weak coffee and have no plans to ever see the northern lights.
The difference between enthusiastic and reluctant Bright Winters.
It is important to understand the difference.
It’s like biting into a chocolate and THEN discovering that there is a core of licorice. And you either love or hate licorice. Am I right, or am I right?
In my work as a personal colour analyst, I obviously am in close contact with a quite a lot of Bright Winters. Bright Winter is one of the 12 Seasons in the colour analysis system I work within. It is the cool-neutral Winter Season that is one notch removed from True (cool) Winter, towards Spring. It is Winter with a bit of bright sunshine warmth added.
Bright Winter people’s reactions when their colour tone is revealed can roughly be divided into two categories: the enthusiastic and the reluctant.
There is, of course, the Bright Winter client who exuberantly embraces her colours, squeals with glee at finally being able to unchain all her favourite colours, and hops out the door with her fan held like a beacon, giggling as she skips to her car.
But there is also the client who squints suspiciously at her face in the drapes, almost refusing to believe what she sees in the mirror. She stares at me like a deer in headlights after we have concluded that she is Bright Winter. She handles her Bright Winter colour palette as if it was contaminated nuclear waste and tells me she needs some time to let it sink.
Here's a couple of quotes from Camp Reluctant:
“I don't want to use the screaming Bright Winter colours, I want ordinary colours!”
“...but these are circus colours!”
This post is for the suspicious ones.
The introverts.
The grudgingly accepting Bright Winters.
The reluctant Bright Winters.
Yes. I understand. I have been that client, the second category, the reluctant Bright Winter. Not wanting to let go of the safe, dark, sensible colours I had been calling my own, but on the other hand grudgingly admitting that the brighter colours made me look younger, fresher, more approachable. And who can argue with that?
Me.
I could.
I argued.
But the Bright side of me won. And I’m here to help you because I know where’ you’re at.