Roses are red and violets are PURPLE.
Because violets are in no way blue. The color violet is purple. I just needed to clear that up.
I need to write about something violet (which is NOT, in fact, blue) to support my Alphabe-Thursday habit. No idea what to write. Maybe I’ll go around the house and see if I can find things that are purple and photograph them for you. Wait a sec…I’ll be right back. (Really am going to go right now while I leave this waiting on my laptop. The is cutting edge spontaneity you’re witnessing. Okay, so I’m going now…)
I’m back. I have to tell you that pickin’s are slim for things of the purple persuasion in the Paige, Bear and Menagerie homestead. We’re not a purple people, it seems. But because I’m dedicated to the cause and have no shame whatsoever, I dug through cupboards and shelves, closets and boxes, just to find something violet to show you. YOU’RE WELCOME.
Get ready for the excitement and the insight into my life. Also, get read for the flash on my compact camera because A) It was handy and B) We may not tolerate purple under our roof but we have a plenitude of darkness. (Mood lighting is much more flattering on the yoga clothes I wear around the house. Yeah.) AND I didn't edit any of these except for size, border and my name. I didn't want to distort the color (read: I couldn't be bothered).
Anyway, exciting item number one is soap. Yes, two kinds. Both purple. Purple is a shunned color here until it brings us soap. And then it's welcome. Welcome, soap of all colors.
Next up we have this dog toy that my parents sent to Phoenix last Christmas. Our dogs have umpteen million toys but they sent this anyway because, "They are our granddogs. They need gifts." Who can argue with that? Incidentally, both Phoenix and Laura love this toy. It makes a lot of noise. Yay.
Here's another violet thing - this tank top I got at JJill a few years ago. Yep, those are the tags still firmly in place. Why do these things happen? How could it have gotten overlooked? Did I wear it with the tag on? These are the mysteries of life.
I also found three - count 'em - three spools of thread, all varying shades of purple. Odd. So odd. Well, if I ever get around to wearing that shirt and I manage to get a hole in it (such a thing is not beyond the realm of possibility) I'll be able to mend it with thread enough to spare. I will rest easy tonight, my friends.
Oooo....and I found this book written by my ayurvedic doctor (that is a whole post on its own which I will share with you one day). I read it cover to cover. Good stuff in there. Charts and so forth. You know. Don't look for it on Amazon, though, because I'm sure it's not there. I got this copy from the trunk of his car. I mean he got it from the trunk of his car and gave it to me. I wasn't just rummaging in one of my doctors' cars. Well, maybe if was open and no one would find out.... KIDDING. I kid. Ha ha. Ha.
Moving on, I found another book, also about ayurveda, also in purple. I wonder if there's something about the color violet that is good for your constitution. Maybe it's just a popular color in India. Not that I would know what colors are popular in India because I've not made it there...YET. It's on my list, though, and blog about it I will. Maybe I've thought about this too much. Hmm. Look at this purple book and save me from this monologue with myself. Quickly.
My cousin, Leslie, gave me that book and another one about ayurveda for Christmas one year. She drew my name (we do that - another blog, another time). She asked me what I wanted and this is what I said. She was like, "Okay, whatever." Then she got them. You have to love people like that. Keepin' it simple and all that.
Anyway, moving on to the next thing...
I found this cd in the Bear's stash as I rummaged. This is the first time I laid eyes on it and I was filled with a mix of thinking it's kind of funny and being a little worried about that woman on the front cover. She looks like she's happy, though, which supports the title. And she's wearing purple. And the letters are purple. For those things, the cd goes in as exhibit G.
I'm not sure why I saved this for the grand finale because it's just a purple box with paper inside. We use it to write each other notes about when Laura was last fed, what time the Internet people didn't call today and picking up a pint of milk with which to make smoothies. It's our life line, as you can see. And it's the appropriate color for this lovely themed post.
So there you have it - we're boring, clean people with clothes we don't wear, cds we don't listen to and enough dog toys to keep a small zoo busy. And we write letters to each other about important life details on scraps of paper. And we read books about things people believed in India thousands of years ago.
Don't you wish you could spend a week here?
:::Postscript::: Due to my outrageous omission in yesterday's post, here is a picture of our cat, Jessie. She is not purple, but she is pretty. And now she's represented with a little blog love. I like this picture of her because it kinda looks like she's just a giant head on two tiny feet.