Why must I love neutrals?

I love neutrals. Beiges, creams, ivories and off-whites are all so wonderful to look at. When offset with shiny gold or silver it is like magic to my eyes. It is unfortunate then, that I own hardly any neutrals at all. The only items I own that spring to mind are my ivory silk culottes by Joseph and creamy-white glove shoes by Maryam Nassir Zadeh (and a Margaret Howell knit I have mistakenly left at my other home).

I question the reason why, and I do in fact know the answer: Living in London. The tubes are a haven for black dust, which in turn stick to my beloved pale belongings. My Joseph culottes caused me an imminent break down when they turned from clean ivory to light greige. And my glove shoes reacted in the same manner after a few wears. A trip to the dry cleaners reinstated my faith, once my culottes had been returned to me they were as good as new (I have decided I should take them once every three wears to sustain their brightness). As for my shoes, a quick sweep with a suede brush lifted the dirt, but I feel they will never have their original brilliance.

I feel it is a hard game to play, to purchase pale and keep up with trial of sustaining their prior beauty, or to avoid. I think the answer is going to be the irresistibility of the prior. I can imagine ribbed knits, light silks and pearly satin being perfect additions to my wardrobe.

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