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.