A little tea, a little chat

Changed my life? Only a teensy bit, really.

This is the sort of book I do judge by its cover and it turns out, however obvious it is to do that, one can still be wrong.

I had this book thrust upon me and since it was by an artist who - as must be the case for artists, I guess - has a fantastic understanding of colour, I had no choice but to dive in. There were no grounds for argument. And, indeed, I did learn much from it. Not only what I should be wearing in terms of colour, but why some colours make me feel uncomfortable. This has saved me lots of money as I now avoid those, instead of having the attitude I used to go shopping with 'Get over it, so it's navy blue, it isn't the devil, buy it'. Which is wrong. I mean, not the devil. But not something to get over either. It is one thing intuitively knowing things and quite another having it explained, which this book does.

The thing is, this is a book, despite the pictures and outdatedness, despite the general sense of sexistness (sic), that has value even for an idiosyncratic dresser who has never worn make up in her life. Ie, whoever you are, you will get something out of this!