Today, as I was sitting at the kitchen table with Chickie eating a consolatory ice cream cone, as is our custom after surviving a visit to the doctor, I notice a little yellow. The door of our little FHE chart is painted yellow. How odd, I thought. Since yellow is not usually my top pick. And the color of the door to our symbolic home should be somewhat uh...symbolic. Although as I type this I remember I went through a yellow door faze.At any rate, I went through the house counting yellow things. Oddly enough, I was wearing my one yellow shirt, and each of us has one in our closet.
A random yellow banana magnet on the fridge. This probably falls under the toy category and just for the record I did not count yellow toys. We have many many yellow duck/chick type toys.
There are a few yellow books in my bookcase. There are my yellow kitchen gloves, although, had there been a choice at the time, I would have opted for any other color.
Weirdest of all I painted myself wearing a yellow shirt in this huge purple painting. Probably to counteract the purple-ness of the rest of it.
In spin class this morning our instructor had us guess the base color to the names of the new crayola crayons. Does that make sense? She said, "happily ever after" I answered, "blue" therefore I didn't have to sprint with the rest of the class.
When I was little I chose blue as my favorite color. My reasoning was not that I liked it best, but I felt sorry for it because all the other girls chose pink or purple. Who feels sorry for a color? That should have been my first clue that I am waay to sensitive for my own good. I guess it comes in handy sometimes. Others, not so much.
Although, now I think blue genuinely is my favorite color. Especially green-y/turquoise-y shades of blue.
Is there no point to this post? Ah, yes. Back to the doctor. Poor Chickie...it's allergies!! When you think of allergies don't you just think: YELLOW.
How do you feel about yellow? And how do you think I feel about yellow? I'm so confused!