By Suzanne Reisler Litwin
Bluegirls come in every size
Some are wise and some otherwise,
They got pretty blue eyes.
For an hour a man may change
For an hour her face looks strange –
Looks strange, looks strange
— Genesis: Ripples
Just a bit of lyrics from one of my favorite songs. This song sings to me. I’m a Bluegirl. I’ve tried to be in love with other colours. I’ve tried to force myself to like other colours, but I can’t. My eyes are attracted to blue. I love everything blue and all the hues of blue.
When I think back to when I was a child, all the things I liked had a connection to the colour blue. In Grade 6 I fell in love with a blue and white top which had matching blue plaid pants. I would make my mother wash it twice a week so I could wear it on Monday and again on Thursday or Friday. I had to wear it at least twice a week. I called it my blue “shrinky top and matchy pants”.
When I was 12, my parents let me decorate my own bedroom. I selected the colors blue and white. This room had the most perfect sky blue shag carpet. White furniture and blue everything else. It was an oasis for me. I loved that room so much.
When I entered college my mother re-decorated my room to reflect my new interests in loving the earth and gardening. This room was filled with plants, fans, and wicker furniture. Sort of like a tropical rain forest. I liked this room a lot because it was about nature’s beauty and maturity … but it wasn’t blue.
In 1986, I got married and moved out of my rain forest bedroom. Our first home had a blue and white kitchen. I was once again living with blue surroundings. It felt right.
When we bought our first home, we created a blue and white kitchen. The next home also had a blue and white kitchen. For over 20 years, I have had a blue and white kitchen.
Then I got bold and decided to try something entirely new. I decided to redecorate and update my kitchen and move away from all the blues. I wanted to mature the look of my home. I needed a change. Little did I know that this change was going to be totally against my grain.
Firstly, I chose to work with yellows. That was a complete disaster! Then I tried to paint the walls in beiges and browns. That was even worse! Then I tried beiges with reds. The kitchen looked like vomit! Nothing was working. Nothing worked for I was having trouble seeing those colors correctly. At the time, I didn’t know this was a problem.
During that trial and mostly error time, my daughter yelled at me to get my eyes properly examined. This happened when I told her that I loved the new light blue eye shadow she gave me. I said, “Allyn, I love the blue eye shadow stick you gave me. I’ve been wearing it all spring. I just love it.”
Then she yelled, “MA!!!! Its silver! It’s not light blue! Get your fricken eyes checked. UGH!!!! You’re seriously so annoying!”
I got the message. I went to have my eyes examined and I found out that I don’t see some colours properly. I have trouble seeing beiges, greys, pinks, and yellows. They all seem to blend to me. Although, I do see primary colours quite well. Lucky for me, I can see blue. Even with its variations, I can see it and I still love it.
After this discovery, we had to do some home repairs which meant I needed to choose paint colors — which I can’t do. I needed help this time around. No matter what colours were selected for the walls or carpets or cabinets, I still leaned towards something blue — anything blue.
Whether it was an accent pillow, a small appliance, a rug, or a towel — I needed blue in my life. I’ve tried not to like it so much, as I’ve attempted to mature my color appreciation. I do like other colors but I “need” blue.
It’s like a romantic automatic reflex. When I see something blue, my eyes automatically goes towards it. I’ve tried, really hard to appreciate and like other colours. I want to have other colours in my life. Problem is…I’m wired with blue wires.
Winter is my favorite season. This might come as a shock to most people. Why winter? Well, I love winter sports like skiing, skating, cross country skiing, snow shoeing, etc. Breathing cool air into my lungs lifts my soul. Seeing my breath on a cold winter’s day is exhilarating. Crunching sparkly snow is so beautiful and there are hues of blue everywhere!
Yes, winter is the season of blues. Spring and summer are green seasons, fall is spectacular with burnt oranges and yellows, but winter is all about the blues. On a sunny winter’s day you can catch different hues of blue on the snow. The reflection of the sky makes blue everywhere. You won’t see this in the summer, spring or fall.
Don’t get me wrong, a gorgeous ocean against a sunny sky is full of stunning blue tones. I appreciate that, but not the heat which comes along with it.
There is a certain stillness to winter that is also calming. The frozen white and blue landscape at times can be motionless. Motionless is peaceful.
Do I have blue eyes? Some days. Most days my eyes are green. With some special light blue eye shadow, the color of my eyes will look bluer. However, I know the eye shadow I have is actually silver. Although, it does look blue to me!
I’m still true blue to who I am… a bluegirl forever.
What’s your soulful colour?
Sail away, away
Ripples never come back.
Gone to the other side
Sail away, away.
Suzanne Reisler Litwin an instructor at Concordia University in The Centre for Continuing Education. Suzanne is a freelance contributor to The Suburban newspaper. She is the author of the children’s book, The Black Velvet Jacket. She lives in Montreal, Canada with her 3 children, Allyn, Taylor, and Duke and her husband Laurie. Suzanne contributes regularly to West Island Blog under her column “Keeping it Real”. Please visit her website www.suzannereislerlitwin.com to read more of her published articles, books, and poetry.