Funny that I don’t think of grey, but greys, in the plural.
And amazing how much there is to be seen in greys. All the facets and nuances that go together to make up the simply staggering varieties of this lovely, calming and absorbing colour range. Soft greys, harsh greys, blue greys and green greys, those fashionable Annie Sloan paint colours that everyone suddenly had in their house. They really do provide a foil for everything, they make everything look so modern, despite firmly remaining a historical palette. Funny that – perhaps again a fabulous sales pitch? Grey with a bit of something underneath to lift it up, like the Dulux hint of colour white paints from my childhood. Apple white &Co. Now we have warm greys. Or maybe greys really are the go with everything, make everything look fabulous wonder colour that the new black could have been. Except nicer and easier to wear, more forgiving and more gentle. Still as smart, still corporate even, if you’re that way inclined.
I live in grey clothes, when I’m not wearing colours and don’t want to have to think too much, or to respond. When I don’t want to be distracted. Soothing and dependable, like a cup of tea.
Grey clothes are my go–to for smart, seeing as I can’t bring myself to do black.