What's Your Color?

 
This is yet another take on a topic I love and write about often.
 
Color.
 
And in particular, the color red.
 
 

 
 
 
Whenever I start feeling a little blue, I know I need a little something red in my life

 

 
 
Anyone else feel that way?
 
 
And if your color isn't red, what's the color you're most drawn to?  What brings a smile to your face?
 
 
For me it's definitely red, or a strong, bright,vibrant shade of pink.
 
 

When winter goes on too long, I start really feeling the need for these colors - the brighter, the better.
 
 
So, I go buy something.
 

Any little ol' thing. Sometimes it might be a red dress. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Or shoes, or a purse, or some red leather gloves.


 
 

 
 
 
 
But sometimes it's a piece of pottery. 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 Or even a new red lipstick. You know what they say - "Life's too short to not wear red lipstick."
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

and if you're gonna have red lippies, why not red nails?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But, you know, sometimes I just like something red to eat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That and a pretty red cocktail is sometimes just what a gal needs to set things right.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

Along with some pretty red flowers.

 

 

 









 
 

As I get a little older, more and more red has found its way into my life.
 
 
Into my wardrobe.
 
 

 

 

 
 
and into my home.
 
 

 
 
 So, there you go, my New Year's toast to The Color Red, and in turn to you "THE Reds."  You embody the happy, bold loving spirit of the name you've chosen.  You chose well.

 

  
Wishing you all a Happy, Happy New Year - filled with good health, good friends, joy, and lots of red.

 
 And I leave you with two of my favorite poems.

Poems about red dresses.

They're about as different as they can possibly be, as we all are, and as we should be.






The Red Dress
by Dorothy Parker

I always saw, I always said
If I were grown and free,
I'd have a gown of reddest red
As fine as you could see,

To wear out walking, sleek and slow,
Upon a Summer day,
And there'd be one to see me so
And flip the world away.

And he would be a gallant one,
With stars behind his eyes,
And hair like metal in the sun,
And lips too warm for lies.

I always saw us, gay and good,
High honored in the town.
Now I am grown to womanhood....
I have the silly gown.


AND

The Red Dress (or What do Women Want)
by Kim Addonizio

I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.