Sunday, January 21, 2007
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Mom thinks wearing black is something of an artistic statement, but whispers that it also reveals a certain instability of character.
"I don't know, Mom," I answer, compelled to defend the colour black. "People like it because it's understated-"
"It's not understated; it's dramatic."
"-and sophisticated at the same time."
"Black's boring."
"How can black be boring and dramatic?"
"It's boring to look at, and dramatic because people who wears it want to appear like something they're not.'
"No."
Mom leans so far across the table, I think we're going to bump heads. "What child wears black?"
My mouth opens, closes. I'm genuinely stumped.
"My point," she concludes, straightening. "No child wears black. Children reach for color. Jamie would wear only yellow and royal blue T-shirts. His favourite sweatpants were St Patrick's Day green. Ashlee loved pink. Pink underwear, pink skirts, pink sweaters, pink hair barrettes, pink everything. And if pink wasn't an option, she'd grudgingly choose lavender."
"And me?"
Mom hesitates. Frowning, she shakes her head. "I forgot."
"You don't remember?"
"You liked all the colors of the rainbow."
"But I had to have a favourite."
Her frown deepens. She's thinking. Her shoulders finally lift, fall. "I don't think you had a favourite, or if you did, I don't recall."
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such an amusing conversation between a mother and daughter that I read in The Frog Prince by Jane Porter.
So what is your fave colour? Black or colours of the rainbow?
words written on the fallen leaf
11:37 AM
