July 28, 2005
grown ups. bleh.
Grown ups don't have favorite colors. I loved pink when I was a little lass. Dr.Dad called me the Pink Princess. I think he stole it from someone else, but still, that's what he called me. Now I'd have to call blue my favorite color. In clothes, anyway. But then there are other things, like lipstick colors, where blue is not my favorite color.
I was looking at my embroidery threads, trying to decide which colors to use to make a applique for the neighbor's twin boys. My sewing machine has an embroidery design of a cat in a spaceship. It's very special.
I think they're cute, but not vomit-a-licious cute. Vomit-a-licious isn't what I'm after. And neither are the neighbors.
(I should write that the design I've taken a picture of belongs to Husqvarna Viking and the grid that the design is on, it also belongs to them.) (Another reason why grown ups suck--they worry about copying other people's stuff even when they intend no harm. Bastards. Grown ups. Bleh.)
If we all had a favorite color, would the world be easier? It wouldn't be black and white (ha ha ha), but it might be distilled into clearer chunks of information. It might. Instead of deciding which grocery store to go to, as in which color blue to choose, just pick blue and get the stupid groceries.
BrilliantEditor has talked about this choice action--an illusion of choice, I think it was. I don't remember. I was too blinded by options. But the deal is that we thing we have all kinds of freedom and benefits by having bajillions of choices when, in fact, it's somewhat paralyzing and stressful.
Grown ups. Bleh.
I'll be a blue one.
Posted by dotty at July 28, 2005 11:10 PM