One morning a few weeks ago, I put on a new sweater-type top that I had picked up at Sears Clearance Centre for 6 dollars. Because it was such a bargain, it wasn't a color that I'd normally choose. It was sort of a turquoise-y teal-y blue, a color family which I have largely avoided since the early nineties, when it seemed to be everywhere and was usually paired with pink. And neon.
But, hey, six dollars.
"Ah, teal," remarked Alfred when he saw it, "The color of sarcasm."
"Sarcasm. In this one online game that I play, whenever someone enters teal font into the chat window, it's understood to be sarcastic. I just assumed that was sort of an internet standard."
"No," said I, "It's not."
A couple of weeks later, at the hairdressers, I found myself agreeing to this:
The color was planned. But it was going to be pink. Except my hairdresser showed me this new product, and suddenly the teal was inexplicably appealing.
Then last week on a work trip to Dallas, I got it into my head that I wanted blue cowboy boots. I walked into the store and there they were:
Not blue, exactly, but definitely my boots. They came home with me and I have been planning outfits around them ever since.
I don't know, I can't explain it, this sudden attraction to the color teal.