am I too blue?
Jul. 23rd, 2007 10:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Long weekend.
It was pretty long. I enjoyed it but am suffering from time distortion, or whatever you want to call it. At best I have only a shaky grasp of chronology and sense of my own location in time; after a disruption like this, it takes me days to remember where I was and what I was meant to be doing. I have never managed to establish a routine, and now I’m wondering if I’m even capable.
It was so lovely to see Ursula, I can’t really explain, just as I couldn’t explain my excitement. There are few people with whom I feel so comfortable, who know me so well and more importantly, who understand me. I am often, when in company, intermittently conscious of how weird I am, how poorly I’ve expressed whatever concept I was trying to explain—I am usually either uncomfortably aware that I’m speaking too much, or uneasily aware that I’m being too quiet, and while I enjoy being social and among company, I am never quite comfortable—or if I am, afterward I cannot help but realize that I did something awkward or odd or stupid.
It is a feeling far beyond relief to just be able to be myself, and to be appreciated for it.
Of course Z and Ursula got along very well, but Chita and Ursula got along even better. Chita is exceedingly pleased with herself of late. The diagnosis of perfection may have gone to her head, I don’t know. But we will see how she fares today—it may be a rude shock to her to be alone again, after the attention that’s been lavished on her of late.
She is a little blue today, though not emotionally. Saturday after Ursula left and after I’d had a nap, I decided that I needed to do something about the state of my house. So I partially-tidied, and entirely rearranged the living room, which has been in a sad state since we pulled the couch out of it and left it unbalanced and barely usable. Now it’s arranged better and isn’t quite so grungy, but I do have to do something with all of the clutter that’s accumulated. Hm.
It got me thinking about redecoration, and the fact that I hate the color of the walls. They’re this boring pastel purple that is not subtle enough to be inoffensive, but is too subtle to give the room any character except that of slight boredom. In conjunction with the previous resident’s furniture it probably looked nice; with ours, it just looks dingy, especially as we don’t own anything remotely purple. We debated the color it should be, and have not yet decided.
I know I blogged this somewhat, but I don’t remember what I said. At any rate, we went off to the hardware store to look at paint chips and think it over. We settled on possibly a yellow for the living room, collected some chips and came home to think it over. But for the basement entryway, which is now the first thing you see when you come in the house—well, we went for it.
It’s a deep Smurf blue now. Not obnoxious, not neony, but very saturated in color. Instead of the dark color making the space seem smaller, it actually looks bigger—the pale anemic grungy seafoam looked cramped an dingy, but the bright deep blue is expansive and makes the small dark space seem larger and brighter.
It doesn’t match anything else in the house, but it will. Once we’re done.
Z’s got it figured out. See, everything should be in bold just off-primary colors. So the basement and attic stairwells will be this bright deep blue; the living room will be an inoffensive but bright shade of yellow; the kitchen will be a deep red; Z’s bedroom will be a shade of orange; and my bedroom will be green. The colors will complement one another so that another room’s color may be used for the trim or border of any room, according to some system we haven’t yet worked out. But we’re not sure what we’ll do with the hallway. Presumably all the ceilings can be the same color.
Anyway. Getting ahead of myself.
Why is Chita blue?
Because she had to supervise the painting, of course!
After she got a drip or two on her, she decided I was doing a pretty good job and so she could safely supervise from a little farther away. She went up and sat around the corner into the kitchen, where she could hear me and make sure I wasn’t slacking. After a little while she fell asleep there.
The blue does complement her color quite well. If anyone asks, we’ll explain that we’re redecorating our house to match our cat.
It was pretty long. I enjoyed it but am suffering from time distortion, or whatever you want to call it. At best I have only a shaky grasp of chronology and sense of my own location in time; after a disruption like this, it takes me days to remember where I was and what I was meant to be doing. I have never managed to establish a routine, and now I’m wondering if I’m even capable.
It was so lovely to see Ursula, I can’t really explain, just as I couldn’t explain my excitement. There are few people with whom I feel so comfortable, who know me so well and more importantly, who understand me. I am often, when in company, intermittently conscious of how weird I am, how poorly I’ve expressed whatever concept I was trying to explain—I am usually either uncomfortably aware that I’m speaking too much, or uneasily aware that I’m being too quiet, and while I enjoy being social and among company, I am never quite comfortable—or if I am, afterward I cannot help but realize that I did something awkward or odd or stupid.
It is a feeling far beyond relief to just be able to be myself, and to be appreciated for it.
Of course Z and Ursula got along very well, but Chita and Ursula got along even better. Chita is exceedingly pleased with herself of late. The diagnosis of perfection may have gone to her head, I don’t know. But we will see how she fares today—it may be a rude shock to her to be alone again, after the attention that’s been lavished on her of late.
She is a little blue today, though not emotionally. Saturday after Ursula left and after I’d had a nap, I decided that I needed to do something about the state of my house. So I partially-tidied, and entirely rearranged the living room, which has been in a sad state since we pulled the couch out of it and left it unbalanced and barely usable. Now it’s arranged better and isn’t quite so grungy, but I do have to do something with all of the clutter that’s accumulated. Hm.
It got me thinking about redecoration, and the fact that I hate the color of the walls. They’re this boring pastel purple that is not subtle enough to be inoffensive, but is too subtle to give the room any character except that of slight boredom. In conjunction with the previous resident’s furniture it probably looked nice; with ours, it just looks dingy, especially as we don’t own anything remotely purple. We debated the color it should be, and have not yet decided.
I know I blogged this somewhat, but I don’t remember what I said. At any rate, we went off to the hardware store to look at paint chips and think it over. We settled on possibly a yellow for the living room, collected some chips and came home to think it over. But for the basement entryway, which is now the first thing you see when you come in the house—well, we went for it.
It’s a deep Smurf blue now. Not obnoxious, not neony, but very saturated in color. Instead of the dark color making the space seem smaller, it actually looks bigger—the pale anemic grungy seafoam looked cramped an dingy, but the bright deep blue is expansive and makes the small dark space seem larger and brighter.
It doesn’t match anything else in the house, but it will. Once we’re done.
Z’s got it figured out. See, everything should be in bold just off-primary colors. So the basement and attic stairwells will be this bright deep blue; the living room will be an inoffensive but bright shade of yellow; the kitchen will be a deep red; Z’s bedroom will be a shade of orange; and my bedroom will be green. The colors will complement one another so that another room’s color may be used for the trim or border of any room, according to some system we haven’t yet worked out. But we’re not sure what we’ll do with the hallway. Presumably all the ceilings can be the same color.
Anyway. Getting ahead of myself.
Why is Chita blue?
Because she had to supervise the painting, of course!
After she got a drip or two on her, she decided I was doing a pretty good job and so she could safely supervise from a little farther away. She went up and sat around the corner into the kitchen, where she could hear me and make sure I wasn’t slacking. After a little while she fell asleep there.
The blue does complement her color quite well. If anyone asks, we’ll explain that we’re redecorating our house to match our cat.
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