I am no orange person. Yes, I love the citrus fruit but I seldom wear orange outfits.
Since my complexion is on the darker side, wearing bright colors automatically metamorphose me into a baluga of the first kind. Fortunately, my familiarity with Picasa3 and other digital mediums allow me to tweak photographs. At least in pictures, I can be semi-mestiza. Otherwise that dream of mine will remain a dream forever.
The other day, my friend tagged me in her blog and because you don’t say no to goddesses, I took time to find “orange” objects in my house. Then I realized, what’s not to like in orange anyway? They say that colors represent varied psychological and emotional connotations. Orange for instance, helps a person become assertive. If you’re out to nail a debate, try donning an orange costume. Now that gives me a better idea. The next time hubby and I have a disagreement, I’d be in my orange ensemble (and I mean, from head to foot). Overkill, babe! Promise, I’ll be a walking and talking carrot just for that moment.
So I conducted a little inspection and surprisingly found these:
There’s the orange curtain in my room that we bought on impulse. Hubby and I were off to purchase something at the home appliance section but got hooked at the home decor instead and were hypnotized by the array of curtains. We picked this one thinking it will do magic when hung on the windows. Now all of them are tucked neatly in our closet, save for this pair. Too bad, we forgot our walls are painted in raw sienna!
This one’s a present from my daughter’s Ninang, an orange (and yellow) mini-document holder. Isn’t it cute? This is where we keep copies of Faith and Elmo’s souvenir Christening invitation. They remind me of Pete Lacaba’s Edad Media. When men, both the male and female specie, hit midlife — there’s no escaping BMS (bulging midsections syndrome).
I got an orange nail polish. For the first time, I’m growing my nails longer. Not that I have gone uber maarte, it’s just that my nails suddenly started lifting themselves from the nail bed. They look awful. Without manicure, you can actually see the exposed whitish area where the nails have separated. Perhaps they’ve become too sensitive to detergent bars and powders. This orange nail coat is great as far as dealing with nail imperfection is concerned. It also helped that my hands are lighter in color compared to my arms, so orange nails are fine. Methinks.
Lo! An orange office wall magnet. Its a must especially if you have an obsessive-compulsive guy for a husband. His room looks like a gallery museum of receipts and papers.
The orange phone. My Nokia 7610 is an old model but I like it more than any other cellular phones in the house. I think this is one of Nokia’s best phones as it contains full smartphone features, a bluetooth wireless connectivity, and an excellent display and camera. Amazing how the range of pre-installed and downloadable applications can be immense, and the design is compact and lightweight.
Here’s an orange headband I bought it for my daughter in 2008. I definitely am not brand-conscious. As long as it looks pretty, simple, and functional - expect me to get one. Faith loves kikay stuff. In fact, her drawer contains headbands of varying designs and colors. But this orange headband is seldom used. Perhaps its a bit too un-kikay for her taste? I use it often though. What I love most about having a daughter is that we can actually swap things.
As my friend earlier told, I’m also quite not sure how this tag works, but I hope you can show us violet or purple stuff in your home – Warp Zone, Things I Remember/Things I Forget, and Super Nanay. Read more…
