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Color My World

Today I stumbled across a Facebook post with a picture of a very purple kitchen. The person who posted it said, “Can’t wait for the comments.”  Mine was, “I love it!”

I noticed the photo had been shared from another source, a listicle of the worst kitchen fails. It’s one thing if you install a cabinet that blocks an adjacent drawer from opening and don’t fix it; that is sort of a fail. But a good many of the kitchens that made the list were given  down for color choice.

Screen Shot 2018-04-07 at 12.17.16 PMWhen did we become so judgmental of personal tastes, and yes, maybe even needs? Maybe the proud owner of this kitchen is somehow enriched by the color purple. Maybe it gives a whimsical energy to what can be a lot of kitchen drudgery.

Maybe this Hello Kitty kitchen is a tribute to somebody the designer once loved—even her own inner child. Maybe hers, or any of the other’s who dared to paint their kitchensScreen Shot 2018-04-07 at 12.14.27 PM outside the pallet of beige and brown, were repressed in their love of bright colors. Maybe this is their way to break free, be surrounded with the colors of their dreams and finally stop giving a flying fuck in hell what anybody thinks of it, thank you.

Maybe it’s none of our business what people do with their personal spaces, even those seen publicly—like window trim, front doors, the cars we drive, the clothes we wear. This is a sarcastic maybe. You get that, right?

I’ve always been free with the application of color in my life. I like bright, brilliant colors because I live in a northern region of the United States with many more dark than sunny days—and I have S.A.D. My wardrobe is full of purple, fuchsia, lime green, hot turquoise and more of the tropical rainbow.

My first branding colors for the MAD Goddess were Orchid and Orange, a contrasting pallete that wasn’t much seen then. Now I see it everywhere. I have since muted my orange, and I’m not sure why. That’s for another time, I guess.

After enduring a small, dimly lit kitchen for the first several years of my marriage, when we remodeled and I designed the 24 x 12 foot real cook’s kitchen of my dreams, I choose a nice, sedate, medium oak for the cabinets. Then I installed dark, green-cork pattern commercial vinyl squares on the floor and painted the walls bright apple green. I got a lot of judgment. I didn’t care.

Unable to sprout wings and fly to some tropical destination with the first signs of fall, I once painted my bedroom in the colors of an ocean sunset and hung deep coral colored sheers on the windows so the light coming through them made the room glow. I was told it looked like a brothel. I didn’t care.

I share my space with another human being. I kind of like him. Okay, I like him a lot, but—please— his favorite color is brown. If not for him, I just might paint my cabinets inScreen Shot 2018-04-07 at 12.14.54 PM these colors that remind me of a candy necklace and happy childhood memories. He might have another heart attack if I did. I didn’t cause the first one and I sure don’t want to cause any subsequent infarctions. However, there’s nothing stopping me from having a collection of dishes in shades of these delicious colors—Hello Fiesta.

Studies on the effect of color on mood abound. All of us react differently. So it’s okay if you would never paint your kitchen purple, or candy necklace colors, or eye-popping green. But it’s not okay for you to pass your highfalutin judgment on those who do.

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And btw, If I ever get that snow bird park model I’m dreaming of in south Florida, I’m painting the cabinets this color with glass tile backsplash in multi-shades of sea-glass. Ditch the dark wood accents and decorate with an ocean theme. And a mermaid. There has to be a mermaid.

Note: All of these photos came from the same Worst Kitchens Ever source. I am not linking it because I don’t want to give them traffic. If you want to see it, use your google.

 

 


April

It’s April first, April Fool’s Day. While I used to enjoy a good prank on this day, even when it was on me, it’s not my thing anymore. Since I’m going to be staying home all day, just the hubs and me, I’m pretty sure any Fool’s day foolery is off the table. Though Mother Nature sort of got in the game with six inches of snow and overnight temperatures fit for Christmas not Easter.

Yes, it is Easter today too! I’ll be popping a few Cornish hens into the oven and boiling up some eggs. Maybe I’ll devil them. The irony of deviled eggs on this days tweaks my funny bone.

It is also the first day of my birthday month. I turn 60 this year. Did you hear that? SIXTY. It’s a big deal. I’ve thought about making a bucket list, though I’ve never resonated with that fad. At this point, I’m afraid there would be only one thing on the list. Take each day as it comes, welcoming any opportunities for adventure and new experiences that cross my path.

Not that I’m not a planner. I’m a planner. I’ve set goals all of my life and I’ve worked my plans to achieve them, and achieve them I do gosh darn it! Whew, just typing that out exhausts me with the weight of it’s rigid insistence.

I recall the lyrics to a Pam Tillis song I used to love to belt out: “Mi vida loca, over and over, destiny turns on a dime. I go where the wind blows, you can’t tame a wild rose; welcome to my crazy life.” I miss that spontaneous me.

As this new decade begins, I’m feeling much more that I just want to let go and go with the flow, like a jellyfish—let the current take me where it will. Jellyfish get a bad rap what with being spineless drifters and all, but let’s face it, the ocean is the ocean; does it matter where you float as long as you are still floating?

 

So then, this is my bucket list:

  • Float like a jellyfish
  • Ride the wind like a seed
  • Go where life takes you
  • Enjoy the ride and scenery
  • Don’t worry so much about where you end up

 

 

 


Ring Out the Old, Ring In the New

Well, here we are, on the threshold of another brand new year. This last one has been a doozy. I wasn’t keeping a tote board, so I’m not sure whether we’ve suffered more political or natural upheaval on this venerable but also fragile planet. Either way it was exhausting.

Ancient hatred oozed up from the underbelly of society to take up space in the light of day. It’s disheartening for those of us tuned into a spiritual concept of divinity and universal love. Some days, it’s really, really hard to find the beauty where it manifests and hang onto the hope that it will overtake the darkness.

The darkness is there, inside every one of us; this belief is part of my spiritual tradition. Finding it in myself, facing it and uncovering the underlying fear that feeds it, is as much a part of the practice as all of the crafting and ritual I do to create positive energy in the world.

I’m beginning the year with a new journal practice I hope will help me find, face and transform some of my darkness—Moonshine 2018. I’m really excited about it as it promises to combine much of what I love, spirituality of the witchy persuasion, self knowledge through introspection, journaling and art. Created and led by talented artist, extraordinary teacher and she who practices what she preaches, Effy Wild, I know it will be enjoyable and likely life changing.

The official kick off is today, but there is still time to join the year long art journey to “finding yourself on the page,” as Effy likes to say.  And if woo-woo witchy stuff isn’t exactly your cup of tea, she has other fabulous offerings including Journal 52, Book of Days and access to join Life Book,  Tamara LaPorte’s extremely popular year of art journaling with numerous artists/teachers.

On another note, many of the social media groups I follow are talking about life tracking journals. Mostly they are asking who uses what and trying to find a system or brand product that fits their life and personality. Bullet Journaling is popular now, as is the Passion Planner system. There is so much information out there on these that I’m not linking any particular site/page. Just google either if you are interested.

I tried the Bullet Journal. It was exciting and fun in the beginning, but then I found that keeping up with the more decorative/crafty aspects was too time consuming. It’s all about making lists and tracking your progress, but I found creating it was just one more thing on my to do list. That’s only my opinion; it might be perfect for you.

My system, if I can call it a system (it’s more haphazard disorder) is the product of an over active, organizationally challenged mind. Like the bullet journal, I tend to make lists and track my progress, moving items that aren’t completed forward—and realizing that when I’ve moved something forward numerous times it’s probably not a priority and belongs on my list of future possibilities. This year, my goal is simply to keep all the lists in one place, one journal or loose leaf binder—as opposed to sticky notes, scraps of paper, napkins and used envelopes. It does’t have to be decorative or artsy, or it can be if the urge strikes me on any given day.

So, with that, I’m off to muse over my past year, envision the coming year, play in my journals, and set up my life tracker—such as it is.

May you achieve dreams and hold hardships at bay in the coming year.

Bright Blessings


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