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Camilla’s right — mauve is dull and menopausal. But purple reigns!

- By Bel Mooney

HOW good it was to read that the clever, independen­t- minded Duchess of Cornwall refused to wear the mauve dress suggested by fashionist­as for a Vogue photo shoot and supplied her own elegant blue one instead.

Good on her! She looked magnificen­t! I share Camilla’s views about mauve — that sickly pinkish-lilac, with more pink in it than blue. Like her, I associate mauve with old ladies’ cardigans in the 1950s.

It’s a pale, post-menopausal hue that drains the colour from older skin and sends a sign that you have given up thinking you can make a statement with your clothes.

A friend mentioned that he thought I liked mauve. Oh, no, no, no! He is mixing up that anodyne, apologetic, blushing nothingof-a- shade with my love of powerful purple and vibrant violet.

Violet is the last colour in the spectrum, after indigo, and speaks to me of richness and strength — just as it did in the ancient world, when it was beloved of the Romans as a sign of wealth and prestige.

I started wearing purple in 1966, mostly woolly hats and scarves, graduating to the flowered purple and black mini-coat and dress (bought in Oxford Street) that I wore for my first marriage in 1968.

Sadly there are no colour photograph­s, but the rich needlecord was accessoris­ed with dark lilac shoes, gloves and handbag, and a shocking pink hat decorated with the bunch of violets that my new husband bought me that rainy February morning. I was just 21.

Marrying again in 2007, at nearly 61, when it came to what to wear I didn’t have to think for long.

This time (more solvent by now) I chose a pretty cocktail dress made by the London and Cheltenham company Beatrice von Tresckow, with a gorgeous violet silk embroidere­d bodice and violet chiffon over turquoise silk skirt.

I love it so much I wore the same dress for my daughter’s wedding two years later, and again for a friend’s smart birthday. It’s a bit snug now, but I’m determined to wear it again one day.

What is it about shades of purple? To dispense with ‘mauve’ right away, that colour was discovered accidental­ly in

1856 by William Henry Perkin, an 18-year-old chemistry whizz who was seeking a synthetic alternativ­e to quinine, the malaria remedy. He added hydrogen and oxygen to coal tar, noticed a strange dark residue when washing his flasks — and discovered mauve.

But according to Victoria Finlay’s superb book, Colour: Travels Through The Paintbox, he didn’t call this new shade mauve, but ‘ Tyrian purple.’

She writes: ‘ By 1858, every lady in London, Paris and New York who could afford it was wearing “mauve”, and Perkin, who had set up a dye factory with his father and brother, was set to be a rich man before he reached his 21st birthday’.

Of course, the shade Camilla and I both dislike is just one shade of a colour-range that can be described as amethyst, clover, lupin, magenta, orchid, plum ( and many more) depending on the mix of blue and red, as well as white for the pale tones.

Many people will argue that mauve is pretty and flattering. But when Shakespear­e describes Queen Cleopatra’s magnificen­t barge — ‘The poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails’ — he was imagining a deep opulence fit to dazzle generals and Emperors, not a pale imitation.

The quest for that purple takes us back into ancient history, and the natural, muchprized, rich colour made from the shellfish Murex brandaris, found in the Eastern Mediterran­ean. But the secret of ‘ Tyrian purple’ had disappeare­d, until archaeolog­ists began a quest to rediscover it in the 1860s.

In a difficult and expensive process, hundreds of thousands of the tiny sea snails had to be found, their shells cracked and the snail removed.

The snails were left to soak in a mixture of wood ash, water and urine, then a tiny gland was removed and the juice extracted and placed in the sunlight — to change colour through white, then green, then violet, then a red which turned darker and darker.

More than 250,000 shellfish were needed to extract just half an ounce of dye — enough for a single toga.

The process had to be stopped at exactly the right time to obtain the colour purple — rich and bright, and fit only for the wealthy.

Is my love of purple a sign of vainglory? Probably! In Ancient Rome, solid purple robes were a sign of victory and status.

AT MY mother’s recent funeral, I wore a favourite purple dress (seen each week in my byline picture on my Saturday advice column in the Mail) under a plum cotton velvet coat scattered with dark pink and purple flowers. Mum would have approved. She wasn’t that keen on black.

I’m obsessed with amethyst jewellery and now my newlyplant­ed summer pots are full of the purple salvia that bees love so much, different hues of lilac and purple Nemesia and purple petunias.

My favourite roses, called Rhapsody in Blue, are a glorious reddish-purple, and just now (after rain) their spilled petals are as extravagan­t as a florid purple passage in prose.

Twelve years ago I painted our bathroom deep purple, which is the colour of peace and spirituali­ty, just as a paler lilac is thought to be the colour of healing (both excellent colours for an advice columnist).

So, Camilla, I’m with you on that pinkish mauve — but do please join me in wearing vibrant purple! It’s the most beautiful colour with fair hair.

And remember that the colour of the brand new Elizabeth Line in London is a beautiful purple.

As Cleopatra knew, this is a colour fit for a Queen.

 ?? ?? No contest! For Bel Mooney’s wedding to Robin Allison-Smith in 2007, it had to be purple
No contest! For Bel Mooney’s wedding to Robin Allison-Smith in 2007, it had to be purple

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