I have, in fact, scrounged on each and every rack of all department stores and boutiques in the province to search for really good yellow tops.
Note that shopping, as my friends would attest, is not really my cup of tea. Too lazy to shop, I am neither vain nor frivolous when it comes to clothes.
You see, it’s tiring and complicated enough to find the design you like, and when you eventually find what you look for, your preferred color may not be available, or your size is out of stock. It could get really frustrating.
But I went on shopping anyway as I decided to wear yellow every single day until May 9. I’ll wear white on May 10 because I, my Comelec media accreditation card in tow, will cover the elections and prudence dictates that I sport a neutral color.
Starting with buying just anything yellow, I eventually developed a four-fold criteria in my summer shopping spree.
First, it must be a good shade of yellow, meaning it must complement my dark skin tone. I would not wear neon yellow less I look like a walking shirt at night or a traffic enforcer at day.
Secondly, it must be really yellow, and not something else. You have to understand, dear karikna, that I, as with 12-20 percent of the male populace, am colorblind; I often find difficulty differentiating various shades. I would therefore always ask salesladies if the items I want to get are of my preferred color. One day, an officemate wondered why I was wearing orange, not yellow. I panicked but only to find out that that officemate was colorblind, too. I was in the right shade.
Thirdly, the shirts must not bear preachy statements or symbols, not even a flag or a Philippine map. The color in itself is the message, and something must always be left for the imagination.
Lastly, the shirt’s brand must not be so big and imposing less I look like a walking advertisement.
Nine more days of yellow, and I am enjoying every bit.