Over the course of her life the sophisticated country girl will find herself having to attend the odd family event that she really prefer not to be at. The sophisticated country girl would rather to melt into the back ground, become a wallflower and go unnoticed than to stand out on these occasions. For such affairs the fashion world created the pink pastel.
Pure colours are vibrant, they are beautiful and they attract attention. To make a colour less vibrant, less attractive and to go unnoticed all you have to do is add some white and you have created the pastel. The most self-effacing pastel of all is the pink pastel. The pink pastel is what you wear when your self-esteem is low and you need to camouflage yourself.
Early one morning an unmarried sophisticated country girl finds herself reading her invitation to her pretty younger sister’s wedding ceremony to her handsome, successful merchant banking boyfriend. The ceremony is to be held at his parents’ mansion on Sydney Harbour where the happy young couple are to arrive by helicopter. The sophisticated country girl reads the invitation she has just collected from the run down local post office after a 1 hour drive in 40 degree heat in an old flat tray Land Cruiser with no air conditioning and some unrecognisable road kill stuck to the front bumper. The unmarried sophisticated country girl looks up at the dusty, wind swept street with its empty shops and dismal old pub and wonders if she will ever find a man to love.
Later that afternoon our unmarried sophisticated country girl is out on the tractor ploughing up a paddock more in hope rather than any tactical farm management procedure. The unmarried sophisticated country girl receives a call on the radio from her father. The old boy is bursting with pride as he announces that her really smart older sister has not only graduated from her honours year in medicine at Sydney University but has been awarded a scholarship to complete a Master of Medicine at Harvard University. Her really smart older sister and her Dermatologist husband will both be in Sydney for her pretty younger sister’s wedding ceremony.
The unmarried sophisticated country girl looks at herself ploughing, for no reason, a paddock she knows will never be hers and wonders if she could have possibly studied a little harder at boarding school then she might have had more tertiary offers other than a Diploma in Geriatric Bowel Care at TAFE Boggabilla Campus.
On such an occasion our unmarried sophisticated country girl could well find herself wishing to embrace the wallflowers and wear a muted pink pastel to her pretty younger sister’s wedding ceremony rather than a bright pure colour that might actually attract some attention.
Fortunately our unmarried sophisticated country girl has the courage and self-possession not to be intimidated by any family event and attends her pretty younger sister’s wedding ceremony in a short dress of vivid, radio-active red. The unmarried sophisticated country girl bleaches her soft strawberry blonde hair to an ice breaking platinum and completes the look with face-slapping red lipstick.
At the wedding ceremony our unmarried sophisticated country girl is immediately noticed by a mature, divorced cattle baron who happens to be in town between visiting his station in the Gulf Country and his properties back home in Argentina. The mature divorced cattle baron is smitten by the unmarried sophisticated country girl and asks her to join him on his flight back to Argentina. The unmarried sophisticated country girls says she will think about it while the commemorative family wedding photos are taken.
The unmarried sophisticated country girl sits in the front row between her pretty younger sister and her really smart older sister for the commemorative family wedding photograph. The unmarried sophisticated country girl then returns to the mature divorced cattle baron and says she thinks they would make a pretty good team and returns with him to Argentina where they live happily ever after.
The commemorative family wedding photograph is hung on the wall of the lounge room of the farmhouse and for the next twenty years, dressed in her blazing red dress with platinum locks, red lipstick and Mona Lisa smile, the only person in the photograph you ever notice is our now happily married sophisticated country girl.