Color. I love bright, vivid colors, as well as soft, subtle colors. Sometimes, my mood reflects my tender side and I’m compelled to wear pink or if I’m feeling crazy I may wear red. How does one come to decide what is their favorite color? Hmm, interesting, is it not?
When I was in the 5th grade, our elementary school merged with another near-by school. I was really nervous about meeting the new kids. My mother had me to wear a purple skirt & blouse the first day of school. It was an adorable outfit. I recall sitting in my English class, looking around skittish at the sea of new faces. The whole changing classes made me feel so insecure. I didn’t see my best friend anywhere, but I wouldn’t because she was in a different level of 5th grade than me. She was in 5-1 and I was in 5-2. “What does this mean,” you ask. As you may have guessed 5-1 kids were A/B students and 5-2 were B/C students. I was just an average Joe or… Joetta (That’s my mother’s name.)
I noticed two girls looking at me. Was I dressed weird? Did I have a chocolate milk mustache? Why were they staring at me? I became uncomfortable with their eyes on me as they whispered. Then one of the girls said, “Hey, Purple Girl.” I looked down at my clothing and then my eyes met theirs. We all smiled. A new friendship formed. My nervousness quietened and the rest of the day, I was known as the ‘Purple Girl’ by two new friends. Sweet memories, huh?
Oddly, I had never thought about purple being anything special to me until that day and from there on, it sort of morphed into my favorite color for fun things – pens, eye shadows, glitter, paper, etcetera. Now when my family wants to buy me anything, it usually has a purple theme. What sweeties they are! I appreciate their gestures of making life festive for me. And so, this is how purple became my favorite color. The End!