Painting Roulette

Why is the color in the can never the color on the wall? Instead of spending all that time matching color samples why not just go to the paint store and say "Surprise me!" because that's what really is going to happen anyway. It's like painting roulette. Now granted this has always worked out well for me in the past. It seems God sovereignly matches colors better than I do. But this time, well I'm sure there's a good reason for the new color on my walls, I mean Matt and the boys like it, it's just that. . .well . . . it's orange!! Oh, call it what you like: "rusty peach", "pumpkin", "warm yellow" everyone knows what you're talking about. It's orange. It's orange in sunlight, it's orange in lamplight, it even glows orange in the dark.

Now orange is not a bad color per se, but you have to remember where I live. I live in Knoxville. Home of the University of Tennessee Volunteers; Vol Country; The Mecca of Volism. Orange means something in this town. At the sight of orange, men grab their beers and their remotes, while women put on their tackiest earrings and burst into "Rocky Top!" (OK, perhaps a slight exaggeration - but not by much!)

Well, I tell you one thing. It's much harder to sleep-in now. Hey, wait a minute - maybe that was God's sovereign plan!