When I was a kid my favorite color was green. If you want to get specific I would have said it was more of a Hunter Green than say a yellowish green or a leaf green. I always felt pretty cool about my choice, especially since my grandfather McGiven's favorite color was green, too (according to my mother). He died when I was young so our shared favorite color made me feel a kind of kinship with him.
Somewhere along the way, in the past 5-7 years or so my favorite color has turned to red. I love red, love it. My eye searches out red shirts, towels, sheets, kitchen appliances and utensils, quilts, whatever. I have a red Kitchenaid, red spatula, a quilt I made myself where the predominant color is red and it is Gorgeous! I have red couches, I bought Harold a red shirt, red sheets and red towels in my bathroom (which replaced the green ones). I even wish I could fit my body into an "inspi(red)" shirt made by Bono for Gap. And I wish I could find some sweet red shoes. I want some shoes that "POP" with red.
Here is where I know my infatuation with red is going a little too far. Yesterday while doing laundry I was separating everything into whites that could be bleached, lights/whites that cannot be bleached, dark blues/dark khaki/black, light blues and light pinks and I had a red/orange pile but most of it was red. This isn't the sick part.
As I was doing my laundry during the day I unconsciously saved the red load for last. When I started the load I made a mental note of how beautiful the color was and when I came back to switch it from the washer to the dryer I couldn't help but stop and literally smile and feel happy looking at the red stuff. It was so pretty. Even now that load of laundry brings a smile to my face because it is in the dryer right now, waiting for me to take it out, and I can't wait. I want to look at it and let it bring me some happiness.
I LOVE RED!!!