Friday
17 March 2000 |
Reading: The Temple and the Stone - Katherine Kurtz and
Deborah Turner Harris
Listening: Me talking to myself, yes I do answer too Thinking: Deep thoughts Drinking: hot chocolate Ok-o-meter: 6 1/2, I feel deep Quote for the day: Little girls, like butterflies, need no excuse Weather report: sunny 1:02 pm
The only light color I wear with any regularity is beige (I hate beige) and black is a staple of my wardrobe. I guess I wouldn't mind a nice butter yellow, though. Mostly I wear earth colors. Dark green, navy blue, rust and orange. All colors, by the way, I'm not supposed to wear. I'm just starting to wear more navy and midnight blues, mostly at work. Black and beige (I hate beige) are the main base to my wardrobe, because black goes well with anything and I seem to keep finding the cutest clothes, except all in beige (I hate beige). I also like just about anything in the red-orange-yellow end of the spectrum (not fuchia!) I will only wear purple if it is a royal purple. I used to hate my bedroom with a passion and the light fixture in particular was the antithesis of my existence. I wanted a light blue paint on the walls and a fixture with roses on it to replace the one with yellow daisies on it (it was there when we moved in). My mother insisted that she knew what I wanted and I did not, so I got light yellow walls and the fixture with the daisies stayed. That bedroom stood for all I could not have in my life (like simple light blue paint, ah teenage angst). I moved out, got married, had something of a life. I got to love sunflowers and my birthstone (by the way, topaz) and many other beautiful yellow things. Many years later I went into my old room (now a storage room) to look for something. I happened to look up at the light fixture I used to hate so much and lo and behold what should appear? Look closer, those aren't daisies (which, by the by, I do like now) but sunflowers, my favorite. The joke's on you, Bluebird! 4:47 pm
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