Somedays I am in a Purple Mood



Some days I just wake up in a purple mood. My high school colors were purple and silver and I hated high school. Loathed it. Looking back I can say without fear of contradiction that it was the very worst time of my life for any number of reasons beyond my control. I sort of assigned that whole period to the color purple.

Then came college and a roommate in my sophomore year that was a freshman cheerleader sort that wore nothing but lilac or purple. I almost got kicked out of college over that bitch. I avoided the color purple for ages. Skirted around anyone that even wore it.

Times change. I have a best friend that loves teal and purple. I love the poem When I am an Old Woman I will Wear Purple. I even have a few purple clothes of my own. More on the mauve side of the color and I like it with black a lot. And the color definitely plays a major part in my paintings often in conjunction with Payne's Gray. However, I still detest lilac in anything but flowers. And find that when I am really contrary (as my mother would call it) I identify the mood with purple.

Purple is my I want it my way or the highway color. I am definitely in a purple mood today.

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  1. JBinford-BellJanuary 24, 2010 at 5:16 PM

    I admit to sidestepping pink for decades because Mom constantly dressed me in it. On the flip side I had a decade of wearing either red or orange. I do look good in both. And in my youth a spicy dark orange was well neigh irresistible on me.

    I like silver better than gold but that is due to skin tone. I was a fall when they did those seasons things. True white makes me look like death warmed over badly.

    But pink and purple avoidance were entirely emotional.

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  2. The Blog of BeeJanuary 26, 2010 at 1:47 PM

    When I was growing up we (mother and I) were not allowed to buy anything that was purple. Why? Because Daddy said it reminded him of Lent! Well hello, Lent comes round once a year as does Advent - both purple periods. Things are better these days but then all the statues would be covered in purple cloths and his grandmother used to march him off to daily Mass! Same when I was a child and their was an air of mourning around the place! It was as though those statues were covered in a shroud.These days they only wear purple vestments during Lent/Advent and the statures remain on show - no covers.

    I remember buying a purple dress with silver edging around the hem line in the 70s - he went spare!!!

    I'm not a lover of green - school uniform and all that. You'll rarely see me in green although my daughter recently bought me a green top because she said I needed colour. I'm a black and white person with greys and blues thrown in, for work. Grey with a good dusky pink is good. Tans, browns and beiges are good too.

    The black thing is because it's slimming!

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  3. IntelliblogJanuary 27, 2010 at 12:57 AM

    "Purple is the color of good judgment. It is the color of people seeking spiritual fulfillment. It is said if you surround yourself with purple you will have peace of mind. Purple is a good color to use in meditation.

    Purple has been used to symbolize magic and mystery, as well as royalty. Being the combination of red and blue, the warmest and coolest colors, purple is believed to be the ideal color. Most children love the color purple. Purple is the color most favored by artists. Thursday's color is purple.

    Violet is the color of purpose. Violet is associated with the Crown chakra (This links individual and universal)."

    http://crystal-cure.com/purple.html

    :-)

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