Quite a while ago I realized that I didn't know what my friend's favorite color was. I thought I had an idea but I was wrong. After some thought, their reply was "I don't really have one."
This makes sense, I guess, because we're not seven years old anymore. Also if you have a brain like mine, there would be categories: clothing? cars? interior design? flowers? There's too many colors to just, like, choose only one.
Then I realized that I really didn't have a favorite either. For a long time as a child I said blue. I don't know why other than the supposition that it was the favored color in the household I grew up in. Then as a teen I would say black, partially because shock value but also I liked it.
Honestly, my favorites really do depend on what the color is on. I'm still a big fan of black. There is a black house paint color that I love. I like black cars. My favorite hoodie is black. I wear black every day. But I don't like black fixtures or interior design.
Years ago Kevin asked if I could wear an actual color other than black. My compromise was purple because there are darker shades that are black-adjacent. Also, I like purple. But it also wasn't a color I was particularly drawn to overall. It was just a color that I chose to like.
When I redid our bedroom, I bought a bohemian quilt that is orange. Then I painted our closet orange. I realized that I started to gravitate toward orange. The living room curtains are bright, multicolored and featured orange. This spring when I bought all the flowers, I noticed that I liked orange flowers the most.
I realized: omg, my favorite color is orange! I like it on just about everything. Well, not exterior house paint necessarily but overall I like it.
|Or...maybe I do...|
My niece has bright orange Chuck Taylors that I love. Halloween decorations are second to Christmas. I bought myself an orange Yeti cup for my tea. My favorite dishes I inherited from my mother-in-law are orange carnival glass. My old work color was persimmon. If I think about it, orange is a theme in my life.
Kevin is one of about three people who look good in orange. He has to wear high visibility shirts/hoodie/jacket for work. I've borrowed his hoodies before when I'm working outside or going on walkies on dark PNW days. This then triggered a memory from when I was really young.
My paternal grandma spoiled me while she was still alive. She didn't have a lot so "spoiling" would be stuffies, trinkets, candy, clothes. I was about five, I think, when she bought me a coat. I remember I went on a car trip with her and she bought it.
I loved it, because I chose it. I didn't have to wait for it because usually my clothes were purchased on lay-away (no judgement), and I didn't have to base my choice off of what my brothers were getting or what my mom wanted.
It was quilted, had white fur-ish collar and lining. It was BRIGHT ORANGE. Like really orange. I loved it. LOVED it.
Make this coat bright orange:
|Like this. Combine these two coats. Make it a 4-T, probably|