Thursday, May 17
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A twinge of guilt rose through me as her four year old little body ran enthusiastically room to room. "Pink!" she exclaimed at the threshold of not one but three separate bedrooms. "The walls are painted pink! This is so cool." Our new house and it's peculiar selection of color and decor struck a cord with Mayerelli. I didn't tell her that the pink would quickly be painted over as soon as she left the premises. It possibly would have broken her heart. I quickly pondered whether I had become that adult whose color spectrum ranged only from beige to toffee. Did my imagination reach that contemporary adultness that Benjamin Moore titles the white pallette in it's brochure? Not so, I reassured myself (and thereafter promptly painted the bathroom a red oxide).
posted by Jenny Thursday, May 17, 2007
