Favorite things should just not leave, k. *clings to them* I can especially relate to losing a place from your childhood.
I know! It wouldn't be so bad if I just had some warning. Especially for the restaurant. The end of Psych was announced not long ago and I can always watch re-runs and as I said I suspected the house might get painted because it was being sold. But I would have liked to know about the restaurant before it closed. I've been eating there nearly all my life. It was one of my family's favourite places to eat and it's a great place to bring friends and show off practice my Spanish. It would have been nice to be able to enjoy their food one last time and say good-bye to the staff.
Also, I LOVE colorful houses and colorful cars and colorful EVERYTHING
It's not the colourfulness for me so much. Working with fibers over the last few years and playing with their colours and colour schemes, I can appreciate all sorts of colours. I used to hate yellow, but some shades I'm beginning to like with certain colours. I've come to understand that different colours evoke different energies and therefor different emotions. There's a time an occasion for everything. The bright colours of Indian or Mexican art, fabrics, garments and food are so beautiful. On the other hand, fast food joints use many of the same bright colours because it's supposed to make folks hungry, and therefor more likely to go in a buy something. Those bright colours I find obnoxious.
Likewise, muted earthtones in the right setting can be so warm and neutrals so elegant. Have you ever seen photos of the white homes and buildings on the hills of the Greek Mediterranean? Or the cliff dwellings of the Southwest American Indians? The shading and shadows, the many layers of those monochrome structures, the Greek buildings sandwiched between the clear blue of the sky and the depth of the Mediterranean, the American ones between the desert sky and desert sands. I think those are beautiful, too.
Then, some of the same colours can be boring in a modern suburban kitchen. You have no idea how many makeover shows oh HGTV I've seen where the homeowners wanted to get rid of their beige cabinets because they felt there wasn't enough colour. The neighborhood I'm in is overloaded with shades of concrete, asphalt, beige, cream and off-white that do not compliment each other. It gets to the point where these colours cease to be colour and become more a lack of colour. There's only the occasional blue, green or brown to mix things up, but the brown's usually ugly, makes the place look dark, shabby and decrepit and the whole place looks like it would get too hot in the summer. And they all look faded and worn. So the fact that the former homeowners of the house down the street were bold enough to go with something so different in our suburbs I thought was fantastic.
For me, though, it really was mostly the purple. For nearly two decades now, I've been drawn to purple. My friends joke that I have a purple magnet. It's the rarest colour in nature and I just find it so beautiful. My room is filled with so much purple, from the walls to the artwork to purple kitchen ware, that I've been trying to actively seek out other colours to put in it. It's a struggle. And I do connect with other who love purple. Purple people, we're called. But I love you for loving anything colourful as well!
Tomorrow I plan on posting about good things going in my life. Balance is everything.
I know! It wouldn't be so bad if I just had some warning. Especially for the restaurant. The end of Psych was announced not long ago and I can always watch re-runs and as I said I suspected the house might get painted because it was being sold. But I would have liked to know about the restaurant before it closed. I've been eating there nearly all my life. It was one of my family's favourite places to eat and it's a great place to bring friends and show off practice my Spanish. It would have been nice to be able to enjoy their food one last time and say good-bye to the staff.
Also, I LOVE colorful houses and colorful cars and colorful EVERYTHING
It's not the colourfulness for me so much. Working with fibers over the last few years and playing with their colours and colour schemes, I can appreciate all sorts of colours. I used to hate yellow, but some shades I'm beginning to like with certain colours. I've come to understand that different colours evoke different energies and therefor different emotions. There's a time an occasion for everything. The bright colours of Indian or Mexican art, fabrics, garments and food are so beautiful. On the other hand, fast food joints use many of the same bright colours because it's supposed to make folks hungry, and therefor more likely to go in a buy something. Those bright colours I find obnoxious.
Likewise, muted earthtones in the right setting can be so warm and neutrals so elegant. Have you ever seen photos of the white homes and buildings on the hills of the Greek Mediterranean? Or the cliff dwellings of the Southwest American Indians? The shading and shadows, the many layers of those monochrome structures, the Greek buildings sandwiched between the clear blue of the sky and the depth of the Mediterranean, the American ones between the desert sky and desert sands. I think those are beautiful, too.
Then, some of the same colours can be boring in a modern suburban kitchen. You have no idea how many makeover shows oh HGTV I've seen where the homeowners wanted to get rid of their beige cabinets because they felt there wasn't enough colour. The neighborhood I'm in is overloaded with shades of concrete, asphalt, beige, cream and off-white that do not compliment each other. It gets to the point where these colours cease to be colour and become more a lack of colour. There's only the occasional blue, green or brown to mix things up, but the brown's usually ugly, makes the place look dark, shabby and decrepit and the whole place looks like it would get too hot in the summer. And they all look faded and worn. So the fact that the former homeowners of the house down the street were bold enough to go with something so different in our suburbs I thought was fantastic.
For me, though, it really was mostly the purple. For nearly two decades now, I've been drawn to purple. My friends joke that I have a purple magnet. It's the rarest colour in nature and I just find it so beautiful. My room is filled with so much purple, from the walls to the artwork to purple kitchen ware, that I've been trying to actively seek out other colours to put in it. It's a struggle. And I do connect with other who love purple. Purple people, we're called. But I love you for loving anything colourful as well!
Tomorrow I plan on posting about good things going in my life. Balance is everything.
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