It pulls me in from the crowd, makes me go weak in the knees, colors my dreams. Out of a thousand things in rainbow shades, I am extremely likely to pull out the grey. It’s hot stuff, if you ask me.
Let’s suffice it to say, I have ‘a thing’ for grey, referred to (quite unfairly I feel) as the color “without color”.
The crowds may chant bleak, boring, old and sad to its face, but I find there’s much beauty and fun to be had in it. Of course if this were the 18th century, and Paris, I would have been quite the ravishing enchantress about town in my swishing grey gown.
Or a happy fly on the grey wall buzzing over Whistler’s Mother as she sat in perfect composure for this portrait.
Wikipedia offers a grim reflection on one of my favorite hues by (horribly) stating:
In Europe and the United States, surveys show that grey is the color most commonly associated with conformity, boredom, uncertainty, old age, indifference, and modesty. Only one percent of respondents chose it as their favorite color.
And goes on to make matters grey-er by quoting color historian Eva Heller.
“Grey is too weak to be considered masculine, but too menacing to be considered a feminine color. It is neither warm nor cold, neither material or spiritual. With grey, nothing seems to be decided.”
Bah, Humbug I say!
Let a girl salivate o’er grey
Ogle at the grey sweater-chest,
slip on a plain grey dress,
jump off the steel-grey train,
dance under the glowing grey rain.
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