Imagine All The Purple

imageI am the poor-deprived middle child and when I was little and my two older sisters refused to play with me, I turned to my two younger sisters. Heh, heh. “Let’s color,” I said, pretending it didn’t really matter what we did. Beezer had just gotten new coloring books. Oh, this was going to be fun. The three of us sat at the kitchen table, as I magnanimously let them choose crayons first. I saw them smile at each other. Fools. Beezer offered me up a princess page. It just didn’t get any better.

“You sure?” I asked her. She giggled and shrugged her little, naive shoulders, looking thrilled to please her big sister. I took my time and watched them get started. “Good job, Jody.”  (Who died and made her captain of the outline police? Hello, future accountant.) It should be noted, Jody is also the one who spit in her “pop” to make sure we wouldn’t try to drink it. That made what was about to happen all the sweeter.

Beezer was scribble-scrabbling away, not staying in the lines, filling in the hair of her girl with a lovely shade of mahogany. The eyes looked like exploding stars of azure, seriously, she couldn’t stay inside a small circle if you paid her. Their biggest crime was that they were younger than me. ‘Twas enough. The time was right. My sisters’ heads were bent over their masterpieces, but their hands stilled. They peeked at me and the crayon box.

I hummed a little as I went in for the purple. They held their breath. I knew what they were thinking. It would be really pretty for the dress. I centered the page and swiped my hand across that delicious manila paper. With even, measured strokes, I colored in the face of the princess. Jody groaned and begged me to stop, then ran to tattle on me. Beezer just cried. I think I went for a lovely teal for the hair.

Why was that so much fun? Granted, I grew up in Ennui, Ohio, where every confession of boredom was met with a can of Comet cleanser, served up by my mom. Was I learning not to take things so seriously? Enjoying a random afternoon of sister bonding? Or maybe, to hijack a reminder from Mark Twain (via my friend Vaughn Roycroft), “You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.” Mostly, I was just a brat. 

To purple crayons!

“Your imagination is your preview of life’s coming attractions.” —Albert Einstein

 

 

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3 thoughts on “Imagine All The Purple

  1. Funny post! Did I know (and forget – I swear, mind like a sieve) that you also had 4 sisters?? Only for me, I am one of those sweet, innocent, trusting baby sisters. My fave line is the one about the Comet cleanser. Awesome. Anyway, just checking in to see how you are and say hi. Hi!

  2. What a coup! Busting down creative borders, AND tormenting little sisters.

    I think you’d love the house around the corner from me (I’ll have to get a picture for you to believe it). It’s not just purple, it’s a particularly vibrant version. It’s so purple, Prince would feel at home there. They rent it out, so if you’re in the good ole’ Midwest during those few days in October, give me a shout. I’ll reserve it for you. You can send a photo of yourself in front of it to your sisters. Beezer might cry again, but with laughter this time.

    How’d I miss this? Actually, worst of all reasons possible, I was in Detroit. In the rain. And wind. With a cold. So I’ve already been punished for being so late. Anyhoo, fun post! Thanks for the shout-out!

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