name that hue

I've always wondered about the people 

who think up all those names for colors.

You know, like the names on paint chips

or nail polish

or pastels.

Are they poets or painters?

Cat people or dog people?

What do they wear?

Are their living rooms beige?

Do they do drugs?

What do they eat? 

I think about them and their stories a lot.

As I look down at my toes, my mind wanders.

I mean, seriously...

just imagine the person who named this polish,

"Melon of Troy".

up against the wall, emeffer!

I have hit the wall.

Against my better(?) judgement, I'll show you what

I just emailed to Jala across the street:

"I just got so pissed at my paints (it happens), I put them all away. I mean, packed all the tubes in boxes, stashed the brushes, stacked the canvases, washed the jars and pails and scrubbed the table. Sick to death of, okay, frustrated by mixing colors. While I was doing all of that, it occurred to me that I could maybe NOT mix colors and use em straight out of the tube. Even bag the brushes and squirt the shit straight onto the canvas.

Or I could, OMG, use pastels. I can make the same friggin' mud outta them.

Or I could embrace making a mess and go multi-media.

At any rate, something's gotta change."

Then I said something about spending time working in the garden.

Thrashing the dirt always helps.

Then I said something about having me a couple of glasses of whine.

I don't drink, so this is a questionable strategy.

In the meantime, here's a medium I can handle...

Ever had a day like this?