'Will you wear red, oh my dear, oh my dear? Will you wear red, Jenny Jenkins?' enquires the traditional American folk song. To which Jenny replies, 'I won't wear red, it's the colour of my head. I'll buy me a fol-de-roldy toldy toddy seek-a-double, use-a-cause-a-roll-the-find-me. Roll, roll, Jenny Jenkins, roll.' We learnt that on Singing Together on the radio when I was at Primary School, and I never did master the nonsense bit at the end.
On the whole, I'm with Jenny Jenkins here. I seldom wear red. Not because it's the colour of my head. Though if I drink too much wine then it's the colour of my face these days, as many ladies at this interesting stage of life will also have discovered. A bright tomato red has never been one of my best colours. It tends to make me look a bit washed out. I need a red that's more at the pink end of the spectrum than the orange. Think dark red peonies rather than pillar box.
Last Friday, however, was National Wear Red Day for the British Heart Foundation. I discovered this when I spotted it was trending on Twitter. At the time I was sitting at my computer in my slobbing about gear, devoid of sartorial inspiration. Right, I'll have a rummage, I thought. And I found a pair of bright red plimsolls (sort of fake Converse from the late lamented TJHughes), a bright red 3/4 length sleeve V-necked T-shirt with a sprinkling of sparkly red glass gems down the front. This was also from TJs. I bought it a couple of Christmases ago to wear under an ankle length coat dress with astonishing fur trim at neck and cuffs in the manner of Cruella De Vil. Darling, I LIVE for furs!
I wore this T-shirt on Friday in a more dressed down style, with a pair of slouchy boyfriend jeans. All through the day I kept mistaking the glittery gems for crumbs scattered on my bosom. That's peripheral vision for you. I also wore a red heart-shaped pendant, a fitting tribute to the British Heart Foundation, who do a good job, and at whose boutiques I have found many a bargain over the years.