I don’t remember the year it was when I decided I no longer liked pink. I do remember that it was a definite decision, and that pink was not a colour I should like. Pink was passé, all the girls liked it, and I did not want to be like anyone else.
I lay back on the trampoline, under the leafy green trees (so it was probably sometime in Spring when being outside in Alice Springs wasn’t a bad move), and pondered what my new favourite colour would be. I looked at the various greens around me, the greens of the trees, the green of the grass and thought that green was too commonplace to be my favourite colour. I thought about the browns of the bark on the trees, the tan colour of the sawdust used as mulch and the decaying leaves under the trampoline and again decided that browns were too commonplace to be my favourite colour. Then I looked up, through the trees and saw the sky. It was a perfect sky blue, and a colour that was not represented anywhere else, so I decided that was different enough to be my favourite colour, and it became so.
So for a long time sky blue was my favourite colour – which is nice because it is actually a range of blues, from the almost white blue near the sun through to the deep midnight blue of the sky at the end of twilight. And now it’s a blend of purple and blue, oddly enough a colour I was lucky enough to find in one pair of underpants (which I purchased instantly).
Pretty much the colour just here. The colour shift started with my decision to make my birth stone (amethyst) my favourite gem stone (at the time it was really difficult to find amethyst jewellery – how things have changed), and I’ve always stayed on the blue side of purple, because pink is not cool.
Looking back it seems a little odd to me that I deliberately went out and chose to be different (though in Alice Springs difference was tolerated unlike Bendigo to which we later moved), though on the other hand, I should thank my parents for bringing me up to rebel, question, be independent and with sufficient confidence to be different (most of the time – the confidence not the being different which was pretty much all the time).
Did you choose your favourite colour or did it just happen? Does your favourite colour have a story behind it?
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My first favourite colour was bright Kermit-the-frog green, sparked by a frog soft toy I was given as a toddler that soon became a comfort object. When I was three years old my parents were painting the house and told me I could choose the colour of the paint for my bedroom. At the paint store I chose bright lime green. They felt obliged to honour their word, so I lived in lime green until we left that house.
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