| Your Power Color Is Lime Green |
 You are adventurous, witty, and a visionary. At Your Lowest: You feel misunderstood, like you don't fit in. In Love: You have a tough exterior, but can be very dedicated. How You're Attractive: Your self-awareness and confidence lights up a room. Your Eternal Question: "What else do I need in my life?" |
I'll agree with this and I love that color.
It's funny, though, how my taste in colors has changed throughout the years. I remember as a child I loved yellow. My sisters and I all had different colored mugs when we were little. Mine was yellow. I'm sure mom did it so we didn't argue and whine, "she's gooooooooooot myyyyyyyy cuuuuuppppp." And being the youngest, I probably got stuck with what was left over. But, still yellow was my color. I have a picture of me when I was about 8 wearing a bright, solid yellow shirt with bright green pants. Yeah, I was big into fashion. I loved the brightness. It was clean and fresh like sunshine. It represented goodness and love. Hope.
I don't remember having a favorite color when I was a teenager. I remember my wardrobe was all bright, cheery colors. I do remember hating black. I would not buy nor wear anything black. I'm not sure why but I know I detested it. Maybe it seemed sinister and evil. When I foolishly got married at 18, I made him wear a white tux because I hated black that much. And as much as I hated black, he loved it. I should have known that wouldn't last.
In my mid-twenties when my life seemed to be falling apart, red was my power color. It made me feel strong and confident. I wore a red dress to court when I testified against my step-father. I don't know if red was a great color for a witness but it empowered me. It gave me the strength to walk into a room full of strangers with all ears and eyes focused on me. Red stayed my color for years.
Somewhere along the way, green slipped in and replaced the boldness of red. It is still strong but in a quiet way. Maybe green is the mature color of the rainbow. The color of life. The first sign of a new beginning like the grass and leaves in spring.
As I write this post, I am reminded of the song Something in Red by Lorrie Morgan
I'm looking for something in red
Something that's shocking to turn someone's head
Strapless and sequined and cut down to there
Stockings and garters and lace underwear
The guaranteed number to knock the men dead
I'm looking for something in red
I'm looking for something in green
something to out do an ex-high school queen
Jealousy comes in the color of jade
Do you have some pumps and a purse in this shade
And a perfume that whispers "Please come back to me"
I'm looking for something in green
I'm looking for something in white
Something that shimmers in soft candlelight
Everyone calls us the most perfect pair
Should I wear a veil or a rose in my hair
Well, the train must be long and the waist must be tight
I'm looking for something in white
I'm looking for something in blue
Something real tiny, the baby's brand new
He has his father's nose and his chin
We once were hot lovers-Now we're more like friends
Don't tell me that's just what old married folk do
I'm looking for something in blue
I'm looking for something in red
Like the one that wore when I first turned his head
Strapless and sequined and cut down to there
Just a size larger than I wore last year
The guaranteed number to knock the man dead
I'm looking for something
I've gotta have something
I'm looking for something in red.
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