"A Picture of many colors proclaims Images of many Thoughts." Donna A.
I recently joined forces with a group of bloggers, from Redhead Riter's popular community forum on the SITSGirls/BlogFrog site, to write a weekly commentary called: Tell The Truth Thursday. We have all agreed to tackle a question on Thursdays and write truthfully about it. The questions are randomly selected by our very own community leader and maven - Redhead Riter
This week's question is: If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
I love the kaleidoscope of Crayola colors you can find in the stores today. It's amazing to think that when I was a child they had a more streamlined palate, with primary and pastel colors and that was it. Today, Crayola's colors run the gamut from multiple shades of each primary color, to psychedelic colors, and all sorts of exotic combos in between. They even have colors with matching fruit smells to fill all our senses.
As I thought about the question, it brought back a flood of memories of childhood days playing and coloring with my sister Joy. Back then, I was a one note kid in the color department. I loved red; any variation of red ... as long as it stayed red. I shifted gears when I became a teenage punk rocker and The Sex Pistols, Vivienne Westwood, and all things in the shade black rocked. Moving to NY didn't help much. They love black clothing.
As a typical New Yorker, who regularly reaches for some variation of the color black, it would be easy to claim that color... but I won't. A few years ago, when I commuted home from Los Angeles, I found myself reaching for warmer, brighter colors especially the color white... Los Angelenos love the color white and I adapted to that trend fairly quickly. I won't claim it either...
During those commuting years, I never failed to notice the stark contrast in coloration whenever I stepped off the plane from LAX to JFK. Bright, white, sunny colors were quickly transformed into dark, bleak, muted wintry colors screaming "Hey, adjust. Welcome to NY!"
I loved the contrast but often fantasized about having a wardrobe with the most luxurious colors that would complement my milk chocolate skin. I imagined caramel with camel, beige with touches of yellow, baby blues, lilacs, and if I had to pick a final color for my crayon and clothing, it would be burnt orange with a hint of gold... It's not an easy color to find but when I see the exact blend, which is rare, I get excited. What do you think and what's your color of choice?
Photograph of Crayons ~ courtesy of Sarah Scotland 2000 via Google Images
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