I am happy to report that I, and all my computer-type devices, are back and in the swing of things. Thank God for the Genius Bar at the Apple Store, that’s all I’ve got to say.
Right, so where were we when last we spoke?
Oh yes: I was leading people on about my favourite colour. You nice people all think that turquoise is my favourite colour, and you’ve got a very good reason for thinking that; I’ve gone on and on and on and on about it, all based on the exciting uncovering, a little more than a year ago, of the plaster walls in the Manse kitchen (from under a c.1970 layer of “wood” panelling) and seeing, for the first time since that infamous c.1970 panelling exercise, the colour they were when I was a very young child growing up at the Manse. That colour being, of course, turquoise.
Since then turquoise has become a very important part of my life; I’ve been buying things in that colour (including the case for my beloved iPhone), dreaming of that colour, and planning how to use it in the eventual renovation of the Manse.
So I guess it is my new favourite colour. But it’s not, and never will be, my favourite colour of all time; that colour is: red.
I love and am attracted to anything red, the more fire-engine-red the shade, the better. And in tomorrow’s post, I’ll tell you a little story about the coolest and most gorgeous article of clothing of all time, from my childhood at the Queensborough Manse. It was – of course – bright, bright red.
I guess I don’t think of red when I think about renovating the Manse because red doesn’t seem like quite so much a “decorator” colour as turquoise. One would have to be judicious in its use, non? Accents instead of whole rooms painted red? Or am I wrong?
Or – brainwave! (Or not.) Do you think red and turquoise could coexist? Like, in a room at the Manse?
Hmmm. Maybe not.