Well, this week I’m entering my ‘golden years’. I am no longer green (naive), and I don’t feel blue (sad) about turning sixty years old. Hey, I’ve lived this long and I’m looking forward to the next sixty years.
In Japan, when people turn sixty they wear red clothing. I’m not sure why. In Western countries, when older people wear red, it usually means they are trying to look younger than they are. I’ve been wearing red t-shirts and polo shirts for a long time, so if I wear red now - to try and look younger than I am - the only people who will notice are the people who haven’t met me before.
What’s your colour? Being a boy (guy, man) I’ve been told that blue is my colour. You know, when we are children we are told that blue is for boys and pink is for girls. When I look around me I think I’m moving to the left of the colour spectrum.
In English, when we think of the major colours we have an acronym; ROY G BIV. When I was a boy and blue was my colour I was close to the right side of the spectrum, and since I’m moving left I should be at the extreme left of the spectrum, a sixty-year-old red lover.
However, when I look round my home and look at the colours I have chosen for my curtains and my bedding, it seems that I am more earthy. I have yellow curtains and a yellow table cloth. The sofa and the dining suite are ivory. Even my guitar is a light ash wood colour.
Maybe you are not yellow with envy at my choice of home tones, but you can understand that the colours we choose tell us about what kind of people we are. If I am yellow, then I’m a sunny guy!
