Damn me and my books! If I'd never read Sue Monk Kidd’s The Secret Life Of Bees, I wouldn’t be stuck with the most awful shade of purple currently covering the walls of my dining room.
I took the color from a greeting card sent to me by my sister. It is gorgeous (on a 4 x 6 inch space). Covering four walls with it, in a room where food is meant to be ingested...not so much.
But alas....Seth LOVES the color. In fact he has fallen in love with all things purple, and at the mention of painting over the dining room he falls to the floor, dejected, in a puddle of tears. He looks at me with a glare that says, “Clearly....you can’t possibly think it isn’t the prettiest shade ever and clearly...you are just plain mean.” We've bought the can of white paint to cover it up. It sits in the corner of the dining room. New rollers and brushes, ready to go. Months go by and there it sits.
In The Secret Life Of Bees, the main characters all live together in a big bright pink house out in the country. The matriarch, when asked about the color, tells the questioner that one of the women in the house ( a sweet dear woman who marches to the beat of her own drum) LOVES the pink. Feeding her soul is more important than convention. It is more important than worrying about what other people will think.
I have to admit. While the color is a bit intense, it's not really that I I personally hate it so much. It is my fear of what others might think.
Am I too indulgent, letting the three year old dictate the color of the dining room? I've tossed this around, but I don't think so. Seth is more important than what other people may think. Maybe someday when he's in a situation holding the power, he'll remember to consider others.
It's been over a year. Surly he can’t love purple forever? I’ll be alert and hijack his “next” favorite color. I'll find a nice muted shade of it to cover the walls. I don’t even care what color it turns out to be?
Besides, as you can see....it's not like we really eat in there.