Rose gold for the rosy

A couple of years ago I engaged in a Color Me Beautiful-esque experience. Color Me Beautiful is a program (from the 80's I think) that sought to tell you your ideal color palate, categorized by "season".

My season was first narrowed down into Fall/Spring or Winter/Summer. To do this, gold and silver sheaths are draped over you, alternately, as you and the specialist look in the mirror at your reflection. One metallic normally makes you pop, and the other makes you look dead or sick. Let's say you looked better in silver. From there you are draped with colors of the Winter and Summer palates, with one of the two generally looking much better on you.

Unless you're me.

Neither the silver or the gold really did anything for me. My consultant sheepishly suggested I looked better in the gold, and from there, Spring (over Fall). Sure. Whatever. I'll take it. Just please god let me stop looking at my reflection in this mirror.

Two years later, my silver jewelry neglected and tarnished, I'm thinking maybe I'm not pure gold. Maybe I'm copper. Or brass (a copper and zinc alloy). Or maybe I'm less conductive. Maybe I'm hemp. Or stone. Or wood. Or clay. I might just be moonstone. Moonstone will for sure cool my rosy glow.

Or maybe my rosy cheeks are begging for the kinship of rose gold (a gold, copper, and silver alloy).

On second thought, I'm definitely an alloy. I'm a blend. A unique, non-uniform mutt. I'm not pure.

I'm optimized for malleability, affordability, and a beautiful blush.

Rose gold. That's me.

For now.
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Unless there's a material for "over analytical". Mother fucker, that's gotta be silicon.