Adult Barney drinking a martini. Can't tell you how tempted I am to just leave it at that.

So I'm making up for a missed post yesterday and thought about leaving it at the olive color on the left, but took a chance with the Generate button at our trusty hex color code generator and got our lavender color on the right. Green and purple---->dinosaur. Olive---->martini. So I give you the possibly childhood-ruining image of a hardened, boozy singing dinosaur.

*This post sponsored by wine.


Day twelve! Getting back into the groove of this project feels good. Exploring color feels good. Writing feels good. The past few months have been a time of exploration for me- emotionally, mentally, professionally, existentially, hobbily (of and pertaining to hobbies? I made this up). It's been overwhelming and challenging but diving into this project has helped ground a lot of that fear and given purpose and focus to my wandering mind. 

That being said, let's look at a color!


RGB: 166, 56, 44

This color is earthy and I love it. It's not brown, it's not copper, it's everything. This color is warm, so warm. It's the color of a luscious, maybe roughed up leather sofa that looks like a cowboy with some tales to tell. It's the richness of a hardwood floor, delicately patterned with intricacies and levels. Maybe it's a fall lipstick. It's Georgia red clay's wise grandfather, tilled and churned for generations. This color pulls me out of the delicate aspects of life and into the meaty, grinding, sweaty parts of life. It makes me think of work, real hard work, outside with the sun beating down. It's mud. Dry, gasping dirt that explodes with passion when a stream of water splits it, nourishes it. It's western. It juxtaposes with turquoise and enhances it. This color serves, like the earth, the dirt, the leather, the floor serve.

2.5/100 Days of Verbal Color

Yeah I'm saying 2.5 because the first color for today was basically black. Given the delicate state of my emotions as a delicate lady, I didn't want to jump down that rabbit hole. Or for those of you that were looking forward to a basically black post, here you go: Black, like my soul. This color represents the darkness that surrounds us, day and night, night and day, day and night. Does that cover it? I'll call that the .5 of 2.5/100.

The actual 02/100: color #5d8c5c

RGB: 93, 140, 92

This is more like it! This is fresh herbs going on top of a pork tenderloin or in a delicious soup. Soft, silky lamb's ear in a bouquet, stroking it over and over, sitting in a field somehow? Did I just write a perfume ad? Regardless, this color is soft, gentle, and embracing.

And for our visual, it also reminds me of this photo I took in LA. Not an exact match, but the idea here is to make connections. This color is green at sundown on the west coast. Also succulents. Just because.

01/100 Days of Verbal Color

I'm going to keep it short and thereby restrain myself from setting the bar too high. 

Hex code: 3ffdff

RGB: 63, 253, 255

This color is roughly the same as the color of my room from age 11 to 18. That period of time is what I usually consider to be the family exile to south Florida for 7 years, but perhaps that's a bit dramatic. I don't really remember why I chose this color for my room. It's not calming. It does seem to have the energy of the beach, or maybe just of anxiety. It almost seems like an optimistic color, which is interesting, considering I was on such the extreme other side of the spectrum emotionally at that time. But it reminds me of innocence and youthful exuberance, at the risk of sounding more mature than I am. But the energy, the brightness, the very essence of this color is like the essence of a child, looking deep into things and seeing potential. Moving between activities with enthusiasm, not drudgery. This color points toward a greater hope maybe.

I think I'll call it: Celadon's Hyped Up Cousin