Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Why, yes! I painted my living room orange. Doesn’t everyone who’s anyone do that? Well, except for Deadly Deleon, who favors turquoise. Nothing rhymes with turquoise either, btw.
Actually, the shade is “Mandarin.” I feel like I’m inside a pumpkin. A very, happy pumpkin that smells like 2 kids, 3 dogs, 2 cats, 3 guinea pigs and lots and lots of Febreeze.
Orange has become my signature color over the past two years. My iPod is orange…my iPod skin is orange…I have an orange cover for my phone and an orange skin for my Kindle. I have orange purses, shoes, scarves, pens and scissors (which, by the way, you should never run with).
I wonder what my favorite color says about me? Maybe my love for the color orange implies that I’m warm, a vegetable who never runs the risk of getting scurvy.
Margaret’s favorite color is black. Black isn’t really a color, now is it? It’s just the complete absence of light. So how can it be her favorite? I think she is disqualified.
What if your favorite color was chartreuse? Or puce? Or worse, taupe? That would truly be tragic.
My living room used to be taupe. It was very dull. I like the orange. What do you think?
The Assassin