… Who’s there?
Orange you glad you stopped hating orange?
Some of you who have been following this blog for years remember when I didn’t like purple, not one bit. Then, this sweet, silly, wild hound came into our lives, and the Knight announced she would wear purple.
Scratch that. The Knight BOUGHT her that first purple collar, I put “Princess” in her registered name, and I’m wondering now why I’m so shocked she grew up to be such a DIVA, whose fans have taken to calling her The Queen and/or Queenie. Hem. Ever heard the expression “created your own monster”?
But back to orange. I’ve hated orange since 7th grade, when I landed at Taylor Junior High. We were the Taylor Tigers, and there’s nothing like making a tween girl wearing black and orange every day in gym to make her loathe a color. However, time heals. After 12 years of dissing navy because I had to wear it at work, no questions asked, I love navy again too.
See a pattern here? Yeah. Me too. I don’t hate any color; I just get overdosed sometimes and push away. However, I’ve found so much orange – tangerine, tomato red, coral, rust, whatever you want to call it – in my wardrobe that it’s time to have one of those intervention-like moments.
Hi. My name is Chan, and I like orange.
It seems I even like orange with school bus yellow and black, at least in my flowers.
I’ve been known for being flickle since my teens, so all I can do is laugh at myself. Have you swapped sides on any given color?