The first favorite color, that I remember claiming, was purple. I’m pretty sure I actually really liked the color purple. This lasted long enough for me to tell my grandmother that it was my favorite color; she crocheted an afghan in purple. Thankfully, even into adulthood I do in fact like the color purple. Sadly however, my childhood individually was short lived because I soon discovered that my sister’s favorite color was pink. So in the name of everything little girl, I decided my ‘favorite color’ should be pink also. (I’ve watched this transition sweep widely through preschool little girls, and it confuses me greatly. Even though many parents confessed that they in no way pushed the color pink, still ‘princess’ and ‘pink’ surface as a favorite theme. Pink=Girl. Who to blame? Marketing? Culture? Some weird little girl ‘pink gene’? Mmmm, I’m guessing it’s not the last one. Oy Vey.) Anyway, welcome to girl world. Thankfully, I grew out of that (pink makes me look like a walking cone flower on most occasions) and by my teen years I became obsessed with blue and aqua (the colors of the ocean; because my friends and I were going to go on ‘the Florida trip’ that we never actually took.) It was a long time coming, but somewhere mid-college I begin to emerge. Not my sister, not girl world, not Florida-friend world, but actually me; what I was, and am and like. As it turns out, I really like the color orange. Depending on the day, I might tell you it’s my favorite color (If I’m in the right mood it might be Green instead) but I love orange. It’s warm like fire, and cozy (like coffee shops.) It’s the color of the sun, autumn leaves, and as it turns out…my hair.
A few days a go I found this tea at the grocery store: Orange Bliss.
And I think that’s about the best way to sum up how I feel about orange these days. Orange Bliss.
