OK, so when you are attending an academy of cosmetic arts, there is plenty of talk about color. There is color theory, color value, complimentary colors, cool colors, warm colors, monochromatic color schemes… it goes on and on and on. As part of our last few assignments, we were asked to think about our favorite colors. Colors we wear, colors we buy, colors we paint our house… I am surrounded by color every day. I possess almost every color of clothing (and the matching shoes) ever made, I obviously did not have a fear of color when I painted my salon, and I alter my clients’ hair color all the time, I even dream in color. You could say I have a colorful life (both metaphorically, and literally). As colorful as a life I lead, I have grown concerned that maybe I take color for granted. When it came time to pick a favorite color, I had a somewhat difficult time. For the most part, I enjoy almost every color. But when I took some time to think about one color I enjoy above others, I picked green, lime green to be specific.
Green can represent many things to many different people, for many different reasons. Grass is green, and in the Midwest when people think of grass, they are reminded of Spring and renewal. Some people are reminded of money when they think of green, and money isn’t necessarily a bad thing (especially when you have it). Envy is also something that comes to mind when the word green is mentioned…
For the most part, I would not consider myself to be an envious person. However, during my recent trip to the Santa Monica Beach, I did feel a little ‘green’ as they say, when countless numbers of bikini-clad twenty-year-olds paraded around the beach, while I franticly adjusted and readjusted my sarong and my swimsuit with an attached skirt in an effort to camouflage the brutal reality of chocolate, childbirth, and gravity. Swimsuit body aside, I am truly very happy with my life. I am blessed with my faith, my health, the privilege of being Hunter’s Mom, I have a fabulous home, my own business doing something I love so much I would do it for free, amazing friends and family, a dependable car, and I’m here in California studying something I love… I could go on and on. With that being said, the last few days have been really pretty tough. I really miss my son, I mean I really, really miss him. I have been feeling green, Hunter Green. I have personally redefined Hunter Green into the color of envy I have been feeling for everyone and everything that gets to be near him these days. I am envious of his daycare providers, his little 7-year-old friends, his Dad, his Step-mom, his Stepbrothers, his dogs, his cats, and yes, even his pillow. His dad sent me pictures of him jumping on his trampoline the other day, and I even wished for a moment that I could be his trampoline! I know today is already my official half way point, and I will be with him soon, 11 days to be exact.
Eleven days will surely fly by in spite of my envy for playground equipment, but I predict that 11 days from now I will have a new favorite color, red. Red will most likely be the color of the Popsicle mustache Hunter will get when I take him out for ice-cream a week from this Sunday.
