Purple. It’s my all-time favorite color. I like all shades. My early 90’s bridesmaids dresses were a lovely tint of purple bridal satin. And I do mean lovely, with the big, poufy hair and the dyed-to-match satin shoes and the whole entourage. I’ve done a daughter’s room in purple, dressed in purple, themed parties in purple,etc. I just like it.
Today, I’m not liking it so much.
It took a special situation today to make me recognize how many things don’t look so good in purple. For instance, the sofa, or the carpet. How about the cocktail table in the family room? Given that only half of it is purple, it’s hard to truly imagine it that way, but I’m not enjoying the half that is. Or how about clothing? Adorable Baby Gap jammies – the little union suit variety. “Long johns” we call them here in the South. Maybe a different color would work, but these red and white striped ones look lousy with purple blobs. Toys – they don’t look nice with purple, but I don’t care so much about them. They’ve proven dispensable over the past 12 years anyway. My favorite, though — the dog. Murphy, an adorable shitzu mix dog of the brown and white furry variety – he looks lousy purple. He knows it. He’s been bathing himself like a cat all day to try and get it off. I’m glad we’ve not wasted our money on new carpet and furniture yet.
Today, I HATE purple. I would take all the purple out of this house if I could. I’d start with the carpet. It will grow out of the dog’s fur and I can slipcover the couch. I think I can even sand it out of the table and re-finish or paint it. But I’m stuck with the carpet until we tear it up. Purple blobs – YUCK! And who do we blame for this incident? Of course, my angelic 3 year old, known as Brady Boo is the culprit that actually executed the crime. But who do I really blame? How about that sweet little 6’4” hubby of mine who was in charge? Somehow, he not only allowed Brady to sneak into my craft box in the study, but to also sneak back out and go unsupervised long enough to “paint the town” purple, which I’m sure is how excited Brady was about it! And it’s a nice rich, dark puple at that. It had to be a grand moment for him. Parent in the other room. Didn’t see me. TV on (great distraction). He thinks I’m watching Curious George and Clifford. Then, unlimited re-decorating potential without some spoil sport worrying about the mess. I’m sure he was in heaven.
Oh, he got a strong talking-to. I’m sure it had tremendous impact on him. This is what I awakened to after my 3 hours of sleep today. Then hubby, Steve, got a strong talking-to himself about toddlers and supervision. But why rant and rave? The damage is already done, striking as it may be. It wasn’t even worth the energy. I really just wanted some more sleep. This wasn’t a good way to start my day off. My calmness? Either exhaustion or my medication is just working like it’s supposed to. So, I simmer down and move on.
I never liked that couch anyway.
