Do you remember two months ago when I fell down the stairs with my foot still caught on the rubber dinosaur that caused the fall, so that it got left behind me and I landed on top of my ankle? No, probably not---I mean, _I_ had to look it up. Anyway, that foot has been SLIGHTLY hurty and SLIGHTLY swollen ever since. But I couldn't quite get up the resolve to go to the doctor about something that was only SLIGHTLY bothersome, and besides, I couldn't think of anything bad it could be. But then it started hurting and swelling a little more, and I noticed a bony bump up higher on my calf, so I finally went to the doctor this week.
I get to wear an air cast for two weeks. I'm not sure why, though: the doctor I saw speaks English only partially, and I was already in High Anxiety mode (social contact! uncertainty! doctors! stress about correctly communicating the exact nature of the problem! stress that it was silly for me to be at the doctor for this! stress that they would do a dozen tests my insurance wouldn't pay for and then say "Huh! Looks fine!") so I had trouble listening ANYWAY. She also told me to take three ibuprofen four times daily, but it doesn't HURT enough for that, so I don't really want to take a whole bunch of ibuprofen for nothing---but did she mean to bring the swelling down? I'm not sure. THIS IS WHY I HATE GOING TO THE DOCTOR. But I have my air cast on. I have to wear it with lace-up shoes, and normally I wear mary janes, so I feel weird.
Next, if you think choosing paint colors is about as exciting as watching those paint colors dry, then you can safely skip the rest of the post: that's all there is, is more dithering about shades of yellow. There's no third section with something more interesting in it.
You may remember my nice understated yellows (and for those of you who thought they looked like bandaids, I direct you to Favorite Paint Colors (THANK YOU OH BRILLIANT ONE), where she has a photo of a room done in Manila Tint, the most bandaidy of the colors, which on the wall is a very pleasant non-caucasian-flesh-toned yellow (and in fact, too yellow for me to like it).
ANYWAY, it's a moot point because Paul says he doesn't want a warm soft muted yellow (I tend toward brownish ones that have words like "honey" and "pollen" and grain" in them), he wants a SHOCKING INTENSE YELLOW. He said "Like the orange in our bathroom, but yellow." The orange in our bathroom is almost NEON in some lights.
Well. The thing is, it turns out I like yellow less the clearer and more crayon-like it gets. But HE doesn't like lilac, and he nevertheless pushed us to use the glowing lilac _I_ liked in our computer room, just because _I_ liked it. So I am inclined to Go With This---especially since even though I'm not crazy about yellow, if we're GOING to do yellow I prefer shocking over pastel. However, I would like to steer us away from Child's-Paintbox Yellow and toward something more like College-Team-Colors Gold. Here's a screen shot from Behr.com, where you can use their ColorSmart program to try colors on walls. This one is called Twenty Carat 310B-6, and don't scroll too far because I want you to first see this one alone without the yellow that comes after it:
I vastly prefer that sort of color to bright crayon yellow, which to me is more like this (Vibrant 370B-6):
(And if you're thinking, "Wait, WHAT?," it might be that we have different impressions of colors but it's even more likely that our monitors have different color calibrations: these colors on Paul's computer looked SO DIFFERENT he had to use my computer. ((We tested which person's computer was "right" by plugging in colors we've already used. His computer showed our bright orange as a sort of pinkish melon.)) )
That second one makes me feel depressed (I know, I know, who feels "depressed" in the face of SUNSHINE YELLOW? I don't get it either), and it looks like a nursery or a classroom or a library children's room to me---one in which the painter underestimated the impact of the yellow they were choosing. The first one, I can live with and maybe even like: it looks orangey compared to the second one, but of course the second one would not be present for comparison so no problem. But I showed them to Paul, and indeed the second one is what he has in mind, and he made a subtle dissatisfied/resigned face at the first one.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 2 of 2 - Last week I talked about the gifts we were getting/considering for Edward, who is turning 8 next month. This week it’s Elizabeth’s turn: not “girl gifts,” ...