Yellow is the core colour of the Spring colour tones 

True Spring, Bright Spring and Light Spring

Most people of Spring colour tones like yellow.
As they should, it is their core colour and makes them look radiant and energized.

But, yellow seems to be an OMDB* colour for many.

*) OMDB = Over My Dead Body         

I am brushing the dust off some articles from my old blog. 
I am reposting this because of the video at the end of the post, because my current project is to get back into making videos. 

(I promise to improve my video recording skills)
The video was originally intended to be the first in a series of four, about the core colours of each colour tone group. 

Of all the colours we have in our lovely drape sets, yellow is the colour most of my clients shy away from, are suspicious of wearing, or plain outright dislike. Why is this, I wonder?

According to colour psychology, yellow is the happiest colour of them all. It exudes life, youth and happiness.
Sunshine is yellow. Who does not like sunshine? We decorate with yellow ribbons when we are welcoming somebody home. We are happy to fill our gardens and homes with yellow flowers, but most of my clients shy away from wearing it. 

Being a colour analyst, I am taught and I teach that we all have shades of yellow that we look good in, even alive and vibrant in.

All seasons have shades of yellow in their palette


Dark Winter has a slightly smoked yellow, sometimes with a bit of green in it, like citrine. 

The clear, primary colour of yellow belongs to True Winter. 

Yellow that is even a bit brighter, like canary, finds its home in Bright Winter. 

(as you will see in my video below)


Yellow is the core colour of Spring. Their palettes are basically bathed in lovely sunshine. 

The bright daffodil is a Bright Spring yellow. The true sunshine yellow is for True Spring, and a lighter, more hazy yellow is Light Spring. 


Difficult. How to we make yellow cool and summery enough? 

We soften it with a haze of summer mist: the ever so slightly grey, soft yellow that makes summer skin look like moonlight on milk.

Soft Summer yellow is so greyed, we can call it straw yellow. 


The autumns are quite at home in yellow.

As long as it is the yellow of fire, not sunshine. 

We see yellows that have spiciness and depth.

Autumn's yellows should have names like like corn, curry, turmeric. 

DA also rocks chartreuse.

When we bring out the shade of yellow that belongs to her season, the client quite often bursts out: "But I don’t LIKE this colour!"
Most of the times, she must admit that yes, this particular shade of yellow does indeed like her, even if it is not mutual. 

You do not have to like every colour in your palette. 

You will have a variety of every colour that you will look fabulous in, but that does not mean that they will all be favourites. ​

Quite often, yellow is the colour that is sent to the back corner, outshone by eternal favourites like blue, red, and sometimes green. Very rarely do I hear a client proclaim that she will proceed to go out and get herself something in her yellow.
Which is a little sad, since yellow is such a mood lifter and game changer.

Does it perhaps have something to do with the fact that yellow, besides being a happy colour, also is an attention-grabbing colour?
And perhaps a colour that is associated with childhood? We do want to be perceived as serious grown-ups.

If yellow lifts your spirits, wear it. 

If it makes you happy when you see someone else wear yellow, tell them.

If you are curious as to exactly which version of yellow is the best for you, find your nearest colour analyst and book a PCA.

You can listen to me ramble on about yellow in the video below:

And, for the poetically inclined, a poem about daffodils:

by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Jorunn Hernes

Jorunn knows exactly how hard it is to make the most of your colour tone when real life gets in the way. But she has a few tricks up her sleeve, and is eager to share them with you. Minimalism, mindfulness and simplicity are also on her list of interests.

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