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We’re back at the coffee shop this week. Sorry Jacqui, want my flavored creamer. Besides, it isn’t the hot spot on Saturday morning like the diner is. I like the quiet here.
You, the reader and I, your friend for a few years now, have coffee almost every Saturday morning at approximately 9:30. If you rise later than this, assume the time has changed to your convenience.
(Your dialogue is in purple. My dialogue is in green.)
When we get seated at a corner booth along the outer wall, Connie is the waitress who come to take our order. Once she’s headed toward the counter where the coffee maker sits, I look around for Laci. Maybe she took the day off today.
I was kind of looking for her too.
You squint your eyes at me, probably wondering where my brain is.
Oh, you mean Laci. Yes, but maybe she’s off today.
Nothing more is said about Laci. I figure the next time we’re in we’ll get a better idea of what’s happened to her. Our coffee comes in mugs we haven’t seen before. The pattern is random and the colors are wild. Swirls of hot pink with bright orange and specks of aqua and maroon. The handles go from the top to the bottom of the cylinders, and the bottoms are stemmed a little. Unusual to say the least. As usual, we have a small basket of goodies–donut holes this time.
These mugs are great. What do you think?
Okay? All right, so I’m a little outlandish when it come to color. What can I say? I took that art class in my senior year of high school and have been fascinated with color ever since.
While I’d been yakking, we both had dolled up our coffee, you with your sugar and me with my cream. I pick out two of the donut holes, one cinnamon-coated and the other chocolate. You pick two of the powdered sugar ones.
I painted my bathroom light spring green after the new shower was put in. You aren’t bored by the color in there, that’s for sure.
Aren’t you afraid of green making someone feel sick?
Oh no. It isn’t hospital green. It’s the color of the first new blades of grass in the early spring. I’d like to change the walls all through the house. For the common areas, I’d like a white sea green, and in the bedrooms a white aqua blue.
What do you mean by white sea green?
In daylight or when the lights are on bright, it’ll look white, maybe a little off-white. In the shadows it’ll look the slightest of sea green. Same for the aqua blue. I did it in the house in Ft. Lupton, Colorado. It was one of the key features that sold the house for the list price we asked for.
You hale Connie to come over to get our mugs for more coffee. I start to reach for another donut hole but stop myself. I’m not hungry. I’d be eating just because the food is there. No a brilliant reason.
Okay, what do you think of white with earthy orange? I want to do something–well, anything with my mud room.
I don’t think orange is going to work.
My eyes get narrow, my lips pucks, and I hunch my shoulders as I shake my head. The refills have arrived and we pour in our add-ons.
How about a soft peach color? Or maybe a light lemon?
Orange won’t work, eh? How about purple like your blog?
You give me a toothy grin when you see the shocked expression on my face.
Lilac would work, but for a mud room? It would look fantastic in a bedroom though.
I was just kidding. Probably the peach would do the job all right. Why did you make your blog purple anyway?
It’s a shade of purple but the color is periwinkle, a purplish blue or a bluish purple–whatever. I even have it subdued so there’s a lot of gray in it.
Okay, but why? I wouldn’t call it a happy color.
I wasn’t thinking happy or sad when I decided on it. I want to pull people in with words rather than all the visual stuff. I almost went with black, gray, and white but I just couldn’t do it with the way I go bonkers over colors. The other day I was thinking about changing it all again. It’s been almost five month since the last time I did it.
I don’t know how many times you’ve changed your blog in the three years I’ve known you. Do you know?
No, but at least twice per year and maybe up the four times between 2014 and 2015. I really don’t know.
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Color possesses me. I don’t have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter. ~Paul Klee