Purple is a flower color rarely seen in my garden. My friend who gives me the whites has lots of purples. I look at the plants with suspicion, wondering how they could possibly be chosen over white. I come up with no reason, and I don't tell my friend how much purple gets on my nerves. After all, I get given what my friend does not like, and I might not if I begin to openly critique her color choice.
I once walked into the newly remodeled home of a woman I had met only once. I had been told how dreadful her color choices were throughout the house so I was curious to see for myself.
As I entered the great room, I was at once dazzled by the whiteness of everything. Purely beautiful, I walked from room to room, feeling a calmness at the warm, white tones. The kitchen had not one hint of a different color except just over the expansive stove where an enormous display of brilliantly colored tiles covered the back splash - reds, greens, amber, set against white marble counter tops. I loved it.
Each and every room had a similar theme; all white with splashes of stunning colors from blues, to pinks, lavenders, and black. To me, this house was the perfect color.
I now leave off with this: "Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much." - Oscar Wilde. Yes, this has nothing to do with white but it is something to think about.
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