Showing posts with label purple. Show all posts
Showing posts with label purple. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Ever notice how, when you learn a new word, all of a sudden you see or hear that word everywhere?  Or you hear a song and then that song seems to haunt you every place you go?

That is how it is with me and purple now.  Ever since Goodnight Gram posted about purple, purple has been following me like a dust cloud around Charlie Brown's Pig-Pen.

Yesterday, in honor of Goodnight Gram, I put on a purple sweater.  I thought that a couple of sweaters were all the purple that I owned nowadays, but when I went to put on a light jacket for our spring-like day, I saw my PURPLE silk jacket. Oh yeah!  I had forgotten!

So, of course, I put it on!

Feeling rather purplish - and proud of it - I walked into the hospital only to see that the volunteers at the front desk all had on purple vests!  I visit this hospital so often they have almost named a room after me.  They will soon give me and my family frequent patient discounts.  And I have never before registered the fact that the volunteers wear purple!

Soon, I was noticing purple people all over the place.  If someone volunteers in a different part of the hospital - not at the front desk - he/she gets to wear a purple shirt rather than a vest. In the halls, in my dad's room - purple people everywhere.

I felt like a member of some exclusive club.  It was great!

Maybe I've been around sick people too long...



Couldn't resist.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Beauty #6

This one (the last rhodie I'll share) is for GoodnightGram.  (She'll know why.)  My purple rhodie photos didn't come out so well, so I played with Photoshop on this one.  I didn't do it justice, but it's kind of fun. 






"A flower's fragrance declares to all the world that it is fertile, available, and desirable, its sex organs oozing with nectar.  Its smell reminds us in vestigial ways of fertility, vigor, life-force, all the optimism, expectancy, and passionate bloom of youth.  We inhale its ardent aroma and, no matter what our ages, we feel young and nubile in a world aflame with desire."
 

-   Diane Ackerman,  A Natural History of the Senses


G.G., check this out:  The Purple Store  I think I could have fun there - how about you?