I am with your mom, -t, those golden hills have been part of my dreamscape for my whole life.

Every time I eat, I feel like I want to hurl about an hour later. I think I'm doing this wrong.

Mostly I hate it because they make you click through a (slow-loading) link to see the color the damn article's about. There's no embedding in 2017?

Mostly I hate it because they make you click through a (slow-loading) link to see the color the damn article's about. There's no embedding in 2017?

That was my exact reaction.

Mom wanted her walls to be the color of California's golden hills of wheat in early fall, late afternoon.

I feel this. My walls are the color of Van Gogh's wheat fields.

The world of color perplexes me, because all I know of color is what my particular eyeballs and brain tell me a color is. I have this weird dread that the world I see is not at all what the rest of the world sees. I guess Pantone provides a great service, I can find a color and have a highly specific identification number instead of, for example, searching for the color of wheat fields in early fall, late afternoon, not late summer, mid morning, dammit.

Brown is my black in a lot of ways. It is a better color than black for me to wear, specifically dark brown. Cool colors I generally avoid for all clothing and decorating and that pink that edges to dusty rose and light mauve is one of the few pinks I do not like.

I've been thinking about color a lot because I kind of want to redo my whole bedroom.

The new "color of the year" swatches mean that everything that was "Marsala" will be going on clearance, right? So this is my chance to stock up on all of the burgundy clothes and makeup?

Brown is my black in a lot of ways. It is a better color than black for me to wear, specifically dark brown. Cool colors I generally avoid for all clothing and decorating and that pink that edges to dusty rose and light mauve is one of the few pinks I do not like.

You are the opposite of me, color-wise.

Jilli I think that was 2015s color.

My walls are the color of Van Gogh's wheat fields.

Nice!

I have this weird dread that the world I see is not at all what the rest of the world sees.

I have made my peace with this possibility. Because what difference would it make? Kind of an interesting idea, but that's about it.

I am Zen in being the opposite of msbelle, color-wise. Which surprises me. That I am so opposite of msbelle, not that I am in alignment with Zen. I feel like I am often in alignment with Zen. Which I would like to say out of context as often as possible. But I digress. I am very cautious about warm colors and embrace the cool. I am such a Winter.