Red. The signature colour for anything strikingly bold.
Red lips, red cars, red heals, red hair, a dozen red roses.
Me, I’m a yellow girl or orange. I don’t mind the odd watermelon pink but red has never been my colour. I’ve been known to flatter maroon but merocan red was the disaster during a hair dying attempt following a university discovery phase. Damn thing wouldn’t wash out for nine months. The same incubation period as a baby. The universe telling me something, if you change something about yourself and it could be permanent.
Red is just not my colour.