My Idea

As it is at the moment.

Fictional time period. We begin in a bright, extravagant, wacky society, in a time where fashion is completely individual and in-discriminative. In a city bursting with personality, it's inhabitants extrovert, outgoing and friendly. Our character is a youthful, lively, eccentric woman who has a BURNING passion for clothes. For all things wearable. Everyday she buys something new and flaunts her extravagance about the city without a care in the world. Even in a society where people are similarly spirited, she is admired for her flare. For a few years she collects and collects all these clothes, and gradually fills up every corner and crevice in her already cluttered apartment. Eventually she has so many clothes, every item loved, every item beautiful and cared for, that one day she can't decide what to wear. She makes plans to meet friends, have dinner, go on dates, but each day she wakes up, she cannot decide what to wear, and she ends up spending the entire day trying on different outfits. She goes to bed every night still undecided and wakes up every morning to begin the cycle again. She has driven herself into a cocoon of colour so intense that she no longer ventures outside, no longer knows the world she lives in. Curtains drawn, clothes in piles, food delivered weekly. A decade passes. One day, a tickling curiosity finds her peeping through the curtain onto the outside world. Everything has changed. The world is drained of colour. Office blocks have popped up around her apartment building. People mosey along minding their own business, keeping to themselves, containing themselves within monotonous suits and briefcases. After a long gaze at this strange world, she turns back to her own. Having to momentarily shield her eyes from the glare of colour coming from her home. As her eyes soak up the dazzling sight, she is flooded with a sense of euphoria, a feeling that she had so long forgotten, that her love of clothes so often gave her.
Looking out at the bleak and miserable, introverted drone of contemporary life, she knows what she must do....

I have yet to decide what she will do. But it will be something along the lines of spreading colour everywhere, which is fairly apparent. I just haven't decided how, a few ideas on that are bashing about in my mind though. Also Simon has suggested it needn't be in a fictional time period. Just contemporary. I made it fictional because I didn't want it to be the sixties or something and was just giving emphasis. But contemporary would work. Any thoughts?