Monday, April 14, 2008

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.

6 comments:

Tanae' A. said...

Angie...sis...

it's funny that you talk about using your imagination because for the longest time I had this image in my head of what you looked like. Needless to say, I was way off but the imagination is a wonderful thing. Love the pic and just in case you forgot in the almost 20 years...you are beautiful inside and out.

Tanae'

Angie said...

Thanks Tanae'! You're sucha sweety pie. You and Heber have a real special place in my heart. Y'all gave my blog love when no one else knew I existed. Thanks for hanging in there with me.

What did you think I looked like? I think that's interesting. I'd like to know.

Love,

Angela

The Second Sixty-Eight said...

I say just pick a shade close to what you think you like and have a hard time describing it to everyone else. Then you will be even. And you will like the color.

I do the imagining thing myself. And I can often see the stuff. I guess I like to imagine it being better than it actually is.

I will have to come back when I am not in blog-by mode. Especially since you gave my girl a shout! That is if the oldtimers lets me remember when I get back to MY computer...

BTW. I find you quite fetching too.

Angie said...

The Second Sixty-Eight: Thanks for stopping by. You're welcomed to come back and holla at me anytime.
Peace,
A

Tanae' A. said...

a shade darker...like a smooth caramel complexion. same length hair but ur always speaking of curling it so ii figured you had some 'shirleys' up in there!! grey eyes, odd, i know. but for some reason ii picture blind people with different color eyes. although grey eyes wouldnt really flow to well and the brown eyes look as if they tell a better story. ii knew the smile was awesome and all im waiting for now is a picture of your shoes cause im assuming they are flyy...lol

Tae'

Angie said...

Girl, you pictured me to be the same color I picture you to be. That is hilarious. I didn't always have long hair. I was a Berry/Braxton girl for years. Then when I got broke, the hair grew on default. Now, I like it. Well, a little bit. I think I'm going to get those twist later this summer. Working out has my hair going nuts.
It's funny that you mentioned my shoes. How did you know that your girl has a thing for shoes? Tonight, I'm going to write a post about my shoes.

Take care of yourself, lady. And God bless you.
Angela