When I was little, I loved colors, which is what I called crayons. Unfortunately, I left my colors in the car one summer day, and they melted. I was so utterly upset until my Daddy told me that we could go to the store and buy some new ones. He always smiled as he told the story of me running around the house, clapping my hands, exclaiming, “Colors! Colors!”
To this day, I love colors. Each evokes an emotion for me. Each connected with something important…
Blue reminds me of our wedding day because my bridesmaids and my Mama wore dark velvet blue dresses.
Green reminds me of my hubby’s surprise 30th birthday because it was the predominant color in the decorations. It also reminds me of Bruna because she loves all things Irish.
Lavender reminds me of my Mom, Nana, and Mamaw. Purple is for my mother-in-law and best friend.
Red reminds me of Maddie because she is a spunky firecracker full of energy!
The colors of fall, including dark reds, remind me of our home. Dane and I love chocolate brown (I think that’s because of Valentine), varying shades of green, and deep orange.
And autumn orange is one of my favorite colors. I truly believe this is because Dane sent me flowers, along with an orange cross after our first failed infertility treatment. He included a note promising, “It will happen for us.” And it did. Just not how we expected.
Grey reminds me of Not So Mommy… because life is most definitely not black and white. In fact, I feel like I live in the grey of life. This is not a bad thing, not blah by any means. But it is more complicated than “the norm.”
I love pink. I thought I outgrew the color in middle school, believing pink was for little girls. But the older I get, the more I embrace this light, feminine color. It reminds me of Hello Kitty and softness, but bravery as well. Because it takes guts to be a strong, yet tender woman.
Yellow has always been my least favorite color. Oh, I like the deep, rustic yellow of autumn. But bright yellow… Well, I turned my nose up at it. Until this month. Until I learned that it stands for endometriosis awareness. Now, I see strength and courage in this color.
Yes, the colors of this imperfectly perfect life are definitely a good thing. They evoke sweet memories, profound emotions, deep meaning…
Which color is your favorite, fabulous one? I’d love to hear why in the comments…
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An interesting post. Particularly your choice of grey, for Not So Mommy. I don’t really have a favourite, though I do tend to like blue. Blue-tinged reds (definitely not fire-engine/orangey reds) and purples are favourites too. It all depends on context (eg nature, clothes, house, cars etc). Yellowy greens are my least favourite colours.
I completely agree that it depends on context. While I love pink, I don’t decorate my house with that color. Thank you for your comment, Mali! 🙂
Turquoise and pink are my happy colors. They make me smile.