I Feel Validated As A Purple Person

Yesterday I popped up to the town centre to visit the library and some shops. I travelled there and back by bus. After I got off on the way home, I crossed the road, heading towards home, and as I was just about to turn into my street, this blue car with a load of guys in it which had been speeding along slowed down to pass me.

As I watched one of the men lean out I thought "Oh cod, not again," and soothed my nerves and embarrassment with the Kill Bill-inspired fantasy I always have when someone catcalls me. It involves a purple catsuit, a samurai sword, and dead catcallers.

I anticipated to hear obscenities, or the classic shout of "goffick", well known to anyone in my area who ever wears black. I was totally unprepared for what did happen, and, pulled out of my fantasy, I could hardly believe my ears when he yelled at me, in a sort of urgent tone:

"PURPLE! PURPLE! PURPLE!"

My immediate reaction was to mutter "Wow! You know the names of colours! You can use your eyes!", but after I got home - having laughed all the way, it wasn't far - and had reported my story to my sister, her assembled friends, and my parents, I was truly overwhelmed.

Yelling at strangers in the street is rude whatever you're saying, and I didn't enjoy being shouted at, I never do. Yet I felt I felt like I'd been given top marks for a average effort. I was only wearing dark purple tights and a dark purple top. This was a smart purple outfit, not one of my wilder ensembles. It was like the time some boys at a bus stop hummed the Addams Family theme at me when I wasn't even dressed that gothily - all over again!

People in this area have such low standards for oddness. I miss living in New Cross.

Luckily, I will get to visit every week next year, because I got into do a Masters degree at Goldsmiths! That means, dear readers, that I don't have to find a full time job, so I will be able to blog as much as I used to again, and that from the third week of September, Art College Fashion Reports will be back, and better than ever. I will try to do them every week this time, but it all depends on the sartorial creativity of the new students. I hope they will not be disappointingly démodé!

Coming up on this second's obsession will be a book review, my holiday outfits, and recent wardrobe malfunctions.

I still can't really believe someone actually yelled "PURPLE!" at me. Three times.