|The Mexican lavender has popped back in the front yard. Hurrah!|
When the Daddy and the Mama bought their house a long time ago, it wasn't completely finished so the builders let us choose the colors for the rooms. I chose purple for my bedroom, my own four walls with a door. No more more sharing with the Only and Older Brother. That was a pretty good luxury for an almost 10-year-old and for the parents, too. So I think.
In the end, the painters mixed up the Parents' and my choices. They got a muted purple bedroom, while I got a bright yellow one. Both the Mama and I were bummed, but we sucked it up. C'est la vie.
It was just as well that I didn't get my choice. The color yellow, color experts say, is great for nurturing joyfulness and stimulating intelligence and mental somersaults (perfect for growing minds), while the color purple is good for promoting deep thoughts and spirituality. Once I moved into puberty, I became a rather surly, mopey girl too serious for her own good. Thank goodness for yellow walls (and books).
When I turned 17, I painted the walls white. Boring! I was in a poetry stage, so I illustrated one of my angsty teenage poems on the south wall. Something to do about a gnu who is invited to a party but his cousins, the wildebeests, ignore him because he acts and thinks differently from them. Yeah, it was a good thing I didn't have purple walls when I was a kid.