Country Living Magazine Online
A while back, I was with a group of women talking about being completely wrapped up in other people’s lives—spouses, children, bosses. So wrapped up that one could lose her sense of herself. So wrapped up, in the words of one, that she “didn’t even know what my favorite color was anymore.”
Though I do know how it feels to be too focused on another person, the favorite color issue didn’t register at first. And then I felt annoyed. What did she mean, she didn’t know her favorite color?
Finally it hit me. I’ve said my favorite color was blue since I was a small child. But that day, I realized it’s not.
It’s my mother’s favorite color.
It took some courage to admit this to myself. But I knew right away that my real favorite color is not blue, but pink. Pale, peachy pink like the inside of a seashell. This is my favorite color. It’s kind of hard to come to grips with, though.
Something in me has considered pink too girly and vulnerable for daily use. It doesn’t strike me as independent, sophisticated, hip—qualities that I suppose seemed important for a certain stage of life.
And yet… pink makes me swoon! It literally affects my emotions, mood, and outlook. When I wear it, I feel happy, pretty, and alive. Is there a way to embrace pink without reverting to girlhood?
I think it’s time to explore this question.
What’s your favorite color? How long has it been your favorite? Is it the same one you had as a child?
Are there colors you love but don’t use in your clothing, your house, other parts of your life? Colors that make you happy or peaceful or joyous?