I think BLUE gets a bad rap.
Whenever I hear the word BLUE, my mind always shifts to elderly African American men sitting on slat-back chairs, wearing dark glasses, plucking away at loved-on guitars, and bemoaning the loss of love, liquor, and cash.
Or I think about BLUE suede shoes. And I don't care if you are the King of Rock, there is nothing okay about leather shoes that sport one of the colors of the rainbow.
Then there is the phrase, "I'm feeling BLUE." Well, that's just sad.
And remember Violet Beauregarde? She was turned into a BLUEberry....not cool.
"Once in a BLUE moon." Now that one doesn't sound horrid, except for that it means that something hardly ever happens. And for a creature of habit like me (or someone who just wants lots of something I like *wink*), then hardly-ever-happening is rather depressing.
And what about poor Eeyore? Notice that they didn't make the poor, sad, woe-is-me equine yellow. Or red. Or even black. Oh, no...poor fellar is BLUE.
My grandma used to say that I could "talk a BLUE streak." That didn't sound like a bad thing until she used the same phrase to describe an old biddy in town.
Then there is BLUE cheese. That's just nasty. And you can argue with me if you want to, but cheese shouldn't be BLUE. It just shouldn't.
"In a BLUE funk." That one just sounds dreadful, both literally and figuratively.
And I could go on and on. (I know, because I googled.) And the more I thought about BLUE, the more I got all kinds of depressy. Because I wish that BLUE wasn't looked on so poorly.
Because I love the color BLUE. And it means all kinds of happy things to me.
Like Texas BLUEbonnets. And the color of Sawyer's eyes. And the BLUE of the china patterns in my mama's house.
It makes me think of the beach. And of BLUE jeans. And of blingy sapphires.
And then yesterday, while I was hanging out at the park with the boys, I looked up and saw this:
Because I'm pretty sure that there isn't a prettier sight that does more happy things for my soul than BLUE.