Some people may associate grey with rainy days and glumness but I for one am drawn to it like a caramel keg in a Roses tin.
I am, as a friend recently kindly labelled me, the self-confessed, “Queen of grey”.
I rather like this label. I’ve been called a lot worse and she is indeed correct that I am somewhat over-the-top in my passion for all that is grey - except the books on the subject of its 50 various shades, as Danny Leigh from Film 2015 so aptly summed up, it would make me “sorry I ever learnt to read” to include those on my grey love list.
Anyway, I digress.
Grey – what’s so bloomin marvellous about grey? Well, I love that it’s an inoffensive kind of colour, the sort of colour that isn’t screaming “woah, look at me, I love myself” and yet it’s not hanging out in the corner with beige and magnolia - a bit bland and too shy to say hallo. It’s deceptively clever in the way it can automatically make somewhere look appealing in an understated way such as splashing a lick of grey paint, you know, like that trendy hairdressers on the corner that looks really cool but may well employ people who’ve never held a pair of scissors before or that clothes shop with the name you can’t quite remember that you’re sure you want to buy something from, even if it charges £450 for a pair of socks.
It’s become something of an obsession for me over the years culminating in a life awash with grey in every corner you turn in my world – everything from a wardrobe brimming with grey to our car is an unconscious nod to my lure towards it – we even gave it to Mini B as a middle name – serious business lumbering your first-born with a favourite colour for a name.
Which colours get your pulse racing or turn you off to such a degree they're banished to the ugly cupboard forever?...