The Color of the Walls

Nope, the title of this entry is not some kind of creative lead into an entry about something deep. This post is really about the color of the walls in my house, that is.

Before we had the fire, the walls in my house were white. No problem imagining that... White is white. Even if it is an off white, it's still white for the most part.

But now, after the reconstruction of our house, we had the walls painted... Um, I'm not sure. I think the walls are supposed to be some variation of cacky, cookie crumb, peanut butter, or something like that. I don't know.

And that's the problem.

I've been trying to figure out what color the walls are so that I can have a good picture in my imagination. But I'm having difficulty. Simply because anytime I ask someone to describe what color it is, each person describes it differently.

Perception really is in the eye of the beholder.

But how does a blind eye perceive what color it is?

I guess my imagination will just have to elect a shade of what color it is. Perhaps the color my imagination chooses will be wrong, but it don't matter though. As long as the color is in my mind, it's always right. How can it be disproved or checked against the facts?

It can't.

So, I guess I won't worry about it. I'll just pick a color in my head, stick with it, and declare it to be pretty nice.

I guess I'll do the same when I'm trying to imagine what colors the ceramic tile, wood floors, carpet, and kitchen counters are.