My school uniform made me pale into insignificance.

(From Western Morning News)

Byline: Teresa Driscoll

Hanging on the teenager's wardrobe door is a school shirt plastered with messages and signatures. You will remember the feeling. Celebrating the farewell to school uniform.

My memories are especially strong for it wasn't until I left school uniform behind that I shook off extreme dissatisfaction with my appearance. In my pale grey and blue ensemble, I always seemed to look washed out and tired.

It wasn't until many years later when I had my colours "analysed" by a stylist that the penny really dropped.

In the world of colour, I am apparently a "deep autumn" which means I am supposed to …