Different colours

Is there any originality left in the everyday world? I ask this because once again, it's St Patrick's day, and once again, every store's advertising is in green and now I'm getting green e-mails. I'm sure that once upon a time it was a novelty to tie in your everyday work with a minor holiday, but now it's predictable and dull. Besides, I dislike the particular shade of green preferred by those that do the decorating. Perhaps, living in the Boston area, I see a lot more of it than I would elsewhere - in which case I suppose I can forgive all those Italians, Greeks, Germans and Poles for joining another ethnic group for one day a year for some tasteless fun. Funny how no-one says "It's Chinese New Year! Today we're all Chinese!". Mind you, that could explain why Kennedy told the citizens of Berlin that he was a doughnut.

So back to originality. I surely can't be so jaded at the ripe old age of 49 that I've "seen it all", can I? I feel manipulated by forces outside my control whenever I shop. I am forced to choose from what is available - and when it comes to clothes and shoes it's down to least of the evils because my size isn't available in the colours and styles that I prefer. Certain stores draw me in with their decor and ambience whilst others make me want to scoot away as fast as I can move. Right now I am likely to avoid the Irish greenery.

Who in America decided that every season has its own set of colours? There's something that gets right up my nose. Back in the days before I came to the US I happily wore whatever colours suited me for the mood I was in and the temperatures outside. In America it seems that we are forced to wear the colours of the season. Forced? Not entirely, but we are limited to what is available in the stores when we are looking for new clothes, so one might have to buy pale lilac in March or April instead of deep purple.

The seasons of colours have not changed in the 14 years I have lived here.

• January/February: pink, white and red (for Valentine's day)
• February/March: forty shades of green (for Patrick's day)
• March/April: pastels pink, blue, green, yellow and lilac (for Easter)
• May/June/July/August: red white and blue (for Memorial Day and 4th July)
• September/October: black, orange and green (for Halloween)
• October/November: rich browns, yellow, maroon, deep red and burnt orange (for fall & Thanksgiving)
• December: Blue, white and silver for Hanukkah; Red, green and gold for Christmas.

Am I wrong? Of course this doesn't apply to the purchase of all clothing and decorative items but it makes it a lot harder to find what you want and limits the choices left.

As it turns out, the pastels suit me... but they suit me in the winter as much as in the Spring, but I can't find warm long-sleeved tops in pale pink. They'd be useful at Easter time in New England. And that's another thing... why do the stores think that those pretty sleeveless little-girl dresses are as appropriate in the north-east as they are in the south-east? I've seen a lot of shivering little girls in pretty Easter dresses and dress shoes, up to their ankles in snow. Yet try to buy them a pretty sleeveless dress to wear for Mother's day in May and there is nothing to be found but beachwear and flag motifs.

In the summer, those bright primary colours make me feel hot just to look at them, so I will not wear a scarlet T shirt in 90 degree weather. It would only match my face!

No white after Labor Day. Who says? Let's see. It's 80 degrees and we are enjoying a nice New England Indian Summer and I'm not going to wear a white shirt because someone says I shouldn't and without good reason? I think not. Is that why there are so few September brides?

So on to Fall... my favourite season. I love seeing the fall colours and the weather and the fresh breezes that finally send the humidity away. But clothing? No way. No Halloween orange or green for me. No browns or tans either. I'm probably still in my summer clothes until early November!

Finally, December. I love Christmas and decorating and the trees and everything. I also love silver and blue. Now there's a problem. If, for a change, I want to wrap my gifts in blue paper, or decorate my table to match my blue and white china, there's a problem. Everything blue and white has a Hanukkah motif. Why the heck can't a colour just be a colour???? I get tired of the same red, green and gold every single Christmas. I want something different once in a while!

I have to say that these problems do not - or did not - exist in Europe. Attractive and decorative items for Christmas could be purchased in any colour and cater to any taste - good or bad. I daresay they can here too - at a price. However my budget only stretches as far as Target and that's what I'm stuck with.

At least after tomorrow we will be over the ghastly green that permeates the stores but it will be replaced by fluffy bunnies and everyone will have to be pale and interesting. I really feel sorry for those who feel that by purchasing a fluffy bunny or a lilac blouse they are actually celebrating Easter. You can apply that statement to those who really like the Easter season and do it for the chicks and chocolate as well as those of non-Christian religions who think it is part of Christianity.

Easter is not chicks, bunnies and eggs. Christmas is not Santa Claus, decorated trees and presents. Got it? Anyone of any ethnicity or religious persuasion may safely indulge in decorating themselves and their homes in April and December without going against their religion. THOSE THINGS ARE NOT CHRISTIAN IMAGES. I wish the schools would realise that too.

So, always wishing to be a little different, I refuse to be drawn into this colour-coded nonsense. I wear white after Labour Day. I put blue and silver on my Christmas table and I wear a pastel blue cotton sweater decorated with delicate white snowflakes during the winter months.

This all explains why I wear mostly black.