My friend wrote a nice post about how much she loves the color red. I love it, too. Always have. But I must admit that, as I've begun to get older, I've developed a passion for a more intense color. Orange.
What could be more beautiful than a late summer sky at sundown? Breathtaking!
Actually, I love all bright colors: Red, orange, yellow, fuchsia, emerald green, royal blue, or any version of those. I think I must have inherited my love of color. My paternal grandmother lived to be 92 years of age and never stopped wearing bright colors. No sky blues, mint greens, baby pinks or dull beiges for that lady; she wanted color! And so do I.
My grandmother also had a fondness for polka dots. Once when I was shopping with her only daughter, my aunt, I was admiring a blouse that I’d pulled off the rack. It was white with red polka dots. I loved it! When my aunt started laughing, I was surprised and asked why. She answered: “Liza Jane will never die as long as you live! You’re just like her.”
I guess, in some ways, I am. And I consider that a compliment. She was a colorful person—and I don’t mean just because of the clothes she wore.
Liza Jane’s colorful personality is another story and will be saved for another day. It’ll give us all something to look forward to on one of my dark, rainy days.