As a child, my least favorite color was brown. I am not sure why I didn’t like brown, but I really disliked brown. Maybe my dad’s disdain for brown had something to do with it. He loved the color blue. Our carpet was a blue…kind of a teal blue. It wasn’t until I went through a divorce, that I came to a love of the color brown. For years, I had on my bucket list…to own Natuzzi furniture. Italian leather. Ohhh…the smell and the feel. Made my heart go pitter patter. One problem…my ex would not allow me to buy it. 🤨
Following the divorce, I moved from one state to another. I needed to buy furniture to furnish our house. Determined, I had it in my head…I am buying myself some Natuzzi leather.
Bought myself a brown Natuzzi leather sofa and love seat. Instantly, I fell in love with the color brown. My furniture lasted for over a decade until I finally sold it. The leather held up well through those years. It was a wise purchase on my part.
In my mind, it was part of the healing process. I needed to spend the money on myself because I knew I was worth it…even when others didn’t believe I was. Another part of the healing process…was declaring I was in charge of the thermostat. No more freezing into an icicle in my own home. 🥶😂
Browns
While on one of my walks today, the phrases…”burnt umber and ochre” kept going through my mind. I am amazed at the shades of oranges and browns in the trees now. So many shades and varieties in those colors. The palette changes.
It reminded me of my childhood…not liking brown, but as an adult…loving it. That brought to mind a conversation Vanessa and I recently had. As a child I hated potato salad…then one day I tried it again…and loved it. It was the extra mustard. The color yellow attracted me to the salad. 😜
It led me to the thoughts…sometimes as we grow and mature…we like things we once did not. Our perception changes over time…just like our taste buds.
Or sometimes…something happens that endears us toward something. Much like my brown Natuzzi leather sofa and love seat made me love and appreciate the color brown.
Several years ago, a young man was telling me his story of the avocado.
It was a well-known fact…he didn’t like it. He was a vocal young man about his likes and dislikes.
BUT…one day…he decided to try the avocado and instantly…he was in love.
His story was hysterical to hear because the young man has an incredible sense of humor. He was informing me…he wondered why he had been so foolish all those years rejecting the avocado…because he didn’t know how he could live without it now. 😍
I thought it was grand…because I can honestly say…I have been obsessed with the little dude myself at times. I love making chocolate pudding using avocados. DELISH!
Try it
I think with maturity…comes the ability to see and understand that as we age, grow, and mature…sometimes our taste buds change…or our perspective changes. We are more open to trying new things…being adventurous instead of staying in stagnant land.
For me, my walk today was a reminder of how sometimes our minds can be changed when new information comes into play. We get a new perspective on a situation. Or we grow and mature…just like our taste buds can change. Brown kind of reminds me now of my own value and worth. Like expensive leather. 🥰
I am always up for a new adventure. It keeps me growing. Stretches my growth.
BUT…I will end it by saying this…no matter how many times I have tried eggplant and parsnips…I still don’t like them. I have tried them many different ways and my tastebuds and opinions of those two veggies have not changed over the years. As a result, I have decided I am done trying to like them. 😂 I refuse to eat them again.