The tube this week was a North sea of commuters in grey and black, with the odd ‘exciting’ glimpse of cream, tan and beige, like shells on an uber-bland beach. My red shoes and lipstick (oh, and my new little inky rabbit) were the lone twinkling beacons of colour.
I fixated on my shoes for dear life. Others stared at my shoes like they’d found God - and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a fetish thing *remembers some of the fellow travellers. shudders*. Well… not for all of them. So what’s going on?
It’s been proven (by researchers at the University of Essex. I didn’t make that up, honest) that bright colours make you feel a bit happier and a whole lot more kick-arse.
And now for the science bit *applies goggles*
Volunteers (they weren’t named, feel free to imagine Joey Essex) who were shown sunny shades scored up to 25 percent higher in tests of mental agility than those who were exposed to dull, dreary shades of grey. Brighter colours increased hand-eye coordination by 20 percent and physical strength by nine percent. Red increased confidence, happiness and reemness (sorry, you can hate me now. NB: I don’t even watch the thing).
You don’t need to become the CBeebies presenter of the corporate world, just wear a bit of actual colour – anything that prevents you becoming submerged in that sea of grey.
Coming out of that tube station, I saw a siren in a scarlet coat – my spirit lifted a little and if my red shoes could, they would have given the coat an old-skool Beetle’s beep.