Apr 24 2011
Greetings, Cool Peeps:
While many people color me picky, I think of being picky as being aware of the world around me. I not only pay attention to the actions and habits of fellow human beings, especially those in my orbit, but also think a lot about this crazy kaleidoscopic world we live in and how color is such a part of our lives.
Take a look at these beautiful fabrics. What do they say to you? (Yeah, I know, cloth doesn’t talk, but humor me while I’ll appreciate the beauty around me.)
These pink-red colors (fuschia, magenta, and friends) would make super-hot cocktail dresses and gowns, don’t you think? Trust me, as much as I love clothing, I do have a brain capable of producing thoughts having nothing to do with fashion. These stunning fabrics boast the colors of raspberry sherbet, sunsets, valentines, bubblegum, flowers, passion, blood, and little girls dressed as princesses.
Holy freakin’ cornball, Batman. Has Molly gone totally Julie Andrews on us? What next? Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens? Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens?
Listen, cool tweeps. Every rose I’ve ever received has ended up in a vase in my apartment. Therefore, if there are any raindrops on my roses, there’s a hole in the roof of my freakin’ apartment and I am not happy. Warm woolen mittens? I think not. Who can answer a phone or text with a big woolly mitt on her hands? Or take a credit card out of her wallet? Or drink a cup of coffee? There is a reason your car has a glove compartment and not a mitten compartment.
And while I’m ranting, let me just say that if the dog bites, the bee stings, or I’m freakin’ bummed out about my love life, I promise you, mittens will not cheer me up. That said, I really do like Julie Andrews.
I’m rambling. Time to refocus. Back to colors.
I love yellow. These rich colors remind me of the moon on romantic nights, sunshine lighting up the world around me, bananas, daffodils in spring, and butter. Fattening, one-hundred-calories-a-tablespoon, thigh-building butter.
Moving right along. Here are some more colors to ponder.
Ah, green and blue. What could be more beautiful than the colors of the grass and the color of sky? While blue can mean a sad state of mind, blue skies indicate happiness and good fortune. Green. Seriously, what a cool color. It’s synonymous with money, environmental health, healing, inexperience, and salad. And yes, it is the color of jealousy. The green-eyed monster will disinvite you to a party because you are thinner than she is or gossip about you because you have something that she wants and can’t have. Being envious is being human, but jealousy is ugly. When a woman’s head revolves 360 degrees like Regan, Linda Blair’s character in The Exorcist, and she spews forth split pea soup, I’m telling you, she needs to find a new color. Green should be a fetching color, not a retching one.
And then there is white. The color of snow, vanilla ice cream, summer fashion, Santa’s beard, virginity (*clears throat*), and, most importantly, the stupendously perfect wedding dress I will someday wear as I walk down the aisle with a stupendously perfect (for me) man.
Color is everywhere. It defines our world. There are gazillions of colors, each one more beautiful than the next. Everywhere we look.
So, as I think about the colors that make Mother Nature the most talented artist ever, why with so many colors and hues to choose from, do so many of us seem to have the same favorite?
Basic freakin’ black.
What are your favorite colors, peeps, and more importantly, how do they define your world?
See you next week,
Yours in pickiness,