The Color of Happiness

It’s not exactly breaking news that color has an effect on mood, but that’s all science stuff.  What I’m realizing is that color’s effect on my mood depends on where I am in time and space.  I had a purple and blue bedroom once that made me extremely happy.  Then I had a Zen green bedroom that made me extremely happy.  Now I have a pink and green bedroom that makes me extremely happy, especially since I have a pale green night table with a heavy green glass water goblet on it, and beside that is a green striped ceramic thingy with Q-tips and tweezers and a nail file in it.  It has a pink rose on it which makes me extremely happy.  I would not be nearly as happy if the rose were red.  I have no idea why this is,  I just know that I look at those colors and I am happy.  I think that’s all I need to know.

What color was your happiness this week?

79 thoughts on “The Color of Happiness

  1. Green. Which is generally not one of my colors, but the snow finally melted and I can see hints of green in the lawn, which makes me REALLY happy.

    Most of my house is painted a nice calm cream, but my mudroom, where you enter and enter the house (because living in the country = back door, and also it acts as an airlock to keep cats inside) is a cheery yellow. I wanted people to feel cheerful and energized as they walked in, and I wanted the same when I walked out.

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  2. The cherry blossoms are starting to fade, so I’ll say my happiness this week is dandelion yellow. I dead head the dandelions (no pesticide) and put them in little plastic drinking cups. They only last a day or two but they’re cheerful.

    I went full hippy the other day and used them to season some honey lemon salad dressing. Yum!

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  3. Teal! There are teal clothes in the stores this season! It’s my favorite and probably most flattering clothing color, and I can hardly ever find anything in it, but I went looking for some business-casual stuff last week, and I actually found a few things I liked. In teal. That fit me. Without the ruffles that seem to have infected fashion this year. Much happiness ensued. And will ensue when I wear the new things.

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  4. The blush pink color of magnolias. We had a very summery week (apart from that, the week was awful, but let’s forget about that) and now our trees are really starting to bloom. Many years ago, my husband planted two small magnolias very close to each other because I love them so much. He told me that one day we’d sit on a bench under them and enjoy our retirement. Those plants take their time growing, but now they are really large and beautiful. The bench ist still missing, but retirement is getting nearer. Good things will come to those who wait.

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  5. What a pleasure it is to have the back deck cleared of a cord of wood (done with winter) and replaced with potted pansies. Also potted herbs, the usual suspects, rosemary, parsley, thyme and basil. I love tweaking them with my fingertips or brushing past to get that fresh aroma of spring into summer.

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  6. Cotton candy pink, the color of the Korean cherries that are just starting to bloom on my block. They will soften to pastel pink when fully open. All the yellows and purple and striped tulips. My first deer resistant yellow tulip bloomed. They start with narrow olive colored leaves lying on the ground, bloom yellow and then grow up about 8 inches, and the leaves although still starting at the base of the stem lift up. They make me giggle every time.
    Indoors it’s my neatly folded summer sweaters (which won’t stay neat for long) in lots of jewel colors. And the sea blue wavey tiles in my shower that make me feel like I’m in a waterfall.

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  7. The soft white pink of my peony plant which is growing quickly. Must get the peony cage out before the buds bloom. Or, the deep colour of the coral climbing roses. Or, the silver of my two favourite shoes right now. Comfy. Or green…or deep blues.

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  8. This week my happy colour is mud brown because brown mud is not snow! Alas, with three 60+ lb dogs some of that brown mud is, well, not mud.

    There are, however, tiny little iris leaves poking their noses out of the ground right beside the house so that is very happy making.

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  9. My sister took me to Columbia Flower Market in London, so many pretty colours, I would say purple freesia was my favourite, but she went with happy orange and yellow peonies

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  10. We’ve just had a heatwave: three hot, sunny days. I went out with my camera and got lost in orange tulips dying into subtle shades, with gold centres somehow spotlit. Yesterday I sat by a stream and photographed the sun striping pebbles, plus shocking red roots of a tree growing from the bank.

    Also spent a while pond-watching up in the hills – some glinty thing skittering around and being promiscuous, and an occasional glimpse of the orange bellies of newts – a childhood favourite I’ve been searching for.

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  11. All the shades of lilac blossoms. And the deep cerulean you only see up above the treeline in the mountains. And the uncommitted-to-just-one-shade of sea blue-green-steel looking out at the ocean from anywhere.

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  12. The purplelish blue wildflowers I picked on walks this week. Barely purple but not blue. And several kinds of wildflowers are this color, I just have no idea what kind they are.

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  13. Blue is my happy color right now. The beautiful blue of a clear sky which we haven’t seen in so long I had almost forgotten what it looked like! After what seemed like weeks and weeks of gray, gloomy, snowy, and rainy days, the sun finally poked out from behind the clouds and presented us with that beautiful sky.

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  14. My favorite color also changes. Currently, I like glass blue. I am not picky, though. I love looking at anything that isn’t my computer screen or work.

    In the past year, I have read all of your books. I am going through a divorce. Your books have given me hope, reassurance, escape and the giggles. Thank you.

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  15. My happy colour this week is purple, the colour of the crocus in my garden. Also, pale green, the colour of the sprouts of my sedums which are just starting to appear. Just a week away from my beach holiday, so thinking of the many blues of the ocean.

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  16. Redwood, the color of the bark that I just finished spreading on the frequently-neglected bed at the side of my house that abuts my neighbor’s driveway. Last weekend I tore out a volunteer passionfruit vine that was threatening to grow into the roof tiles (bad!), and made a note that this weekend I should prune the star jasmine, as it was getting a bit heavy for its trellis. Well, the 25 mile/hour winds we had on Monday took care of that for me, knocking it down and pretty much shredding the trellis. So today, I pruned the jasmine back to a few tendrils, cleared out the weeds and fallen leaves in the rest of the bed, and covered the whole thing with redwood bark. New (metal, sturdy) trellis is on order, and I’m thinking about what I want to plant on either side of the jasmine, now that things are tidy. Yesterday was spent at a memorial service for my oldest brother, so it felt good to be alive and out in the sun today, helping things grow.

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  17. A stab to the heart of joy: seeing the red cardinal in the golden morning sun.
    We’ve just gotten over 50’F today, so that’s been the color available.
    After that, daffodils and a black and white cat in the emerging green grass.

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  18. Crocus purple. They are coming up everywhere – even in the middle of the lawn!!

    Also finished a novel this Friday. not sure what color that is, but it made me happy.

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  19. Blue and blue and green of sea and sky and bush (the native New Zealand kind, I guess you’d say forest). School holidays and I drove with the kids up the coast to Marlborough, then to Nelson and back south to home. We live in a scenic paradise.

    And reds and orange and gold of Autumn leaves and the Marlborough vineyards just starting to turn.

    The bright true glowing red of my daughter’s new velvet hoodie that she insisted on wearing constantly, lighting up every photo.

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        1. Sounds great!

          For some reason, I always thought you were in the North Island.

          You got any contact details you’re happy to post publicly? Or Jenny, could you pass my address onto Allanah?

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  20. Black! Our son’s death metal band had a dues-paying gig: festival opener, 6:15 to 6:45 p.m. They started on time, had a decent crowd, and were fun to watch. Plus, we had enough time to grab dinner and be home by 9 p.m.

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  21. I think my happy colour for this weekend was green – but more because I don’t have to look at it anymore. I’ve been working on cutting back a last-trimmed-3-years-ago wisteria and after about 15 hours over four weekends and multiple 2 story hikes up and down a ladder I’m over it.

    Very happy to not have to look at it again for 6 months and glad that it will now be dormant through winter.

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  22. All the colors — it’s Flower Show Weekend, since 1926. Friends won prizes, I drank fresh-squoze lemonade, and we bought two hand-thrown pots: One tall and bright parrot green, one small, silver on orange with a bubbly bunch of dark grey succulents. Over at the book sale, all the book colors. Bought a necessary few necessary garden, design and cook books, and five paperbacks. After the Rotary Club pancake breakfast, worked the book sale as cashiers, this a placid year until one of our book buyers collapsed. We’d sat him down, gave him water, offered cookies, but he still had a heart attack. A book buyer nurse gave cpr until paramedics arrived from the fire station across the street, revived him, and carted him off to hospital. Book selling resumed. Oh, there was a San Diego History Center 90th year Gala last night in Balboa Park with all the doings. Around and through this whole weekend were friends, friends, friends everywhere we travelled. They come in and were dressed in all the colors too.

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  23. I got my hair dyed red again. It is rather Anne of Green Gables “carrots,” but that’s all right.
    And also after my mom uh, getting on my wardrobe on Saturday (I had to dress to impress her boyfriend and look like an adult), I was wearing tie dyed blue and purple velvet and starry leggings and accessories today. Muahahahah, fuck being “too old” to dress “like a kid.”

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    1. Those leggings sound adult to me. Of course, I dress like a tramp from the sixties, so what do I know.

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      1. Me too!
        Mom started grumbling about how I should start dressing like a 40 year old woman. I assume that means a lot of blazers and pantyhose and heels.

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        1. I remember whem my mother came to visit me after I got married and asked me when I’d be grown up enough to take posters off my walls. I said, “That would be never.” I think they have an idea of what’s appropriate and they stick with it. If you’re an adult, you have paintings on the walls, not posters. (Ha.)

          OTOH, my daughter is 43 and I’ve never told her how to dress (I wouldn’t dare), so I don’t think it’s generational. My generation was hippie-fuck-this-war, or at least my section of it was. I do remember a time I was meeting her plane and when she got off, she looked me up and down and said, “You look very well put together,” and sounded surprised, so maybe it’s more a function of personality.

          I just bought a bunch of hippie-60s tanks and skirts for summer. She’s gonna hate them, but then she doesn’t have to wear them. My granddaughters, OTOH, are going to LOVE them. Heh heh heh.

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          1. Maybe it’s a function of daughters. My daughter and I are close, but boy can she come up with the comments. I have a friend staying over for a night next month-” I hope you clean the house before then” ( it’s clean-there are mail and catalog piles on the counter- guess who’s mail most of it is). I had to listen to a crack about my “sewing crap” being in every room ( it is how I make my living, I don’t have a studio, yes I have a little everywhere). Care to guess who has moved out but still has 2 full bedrooms ( and closets) full of stuff? I often hear every variation of ” Wow that’s a nice outfit/ you look good/new shoes” with the unsaid I’m surprised you managed it. Kids- keeping you humble is their job.

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  24. When I was a child, I was too feminist for pink. I liked blue. Now I associate blue with sadness. I like a dusky pink with a slight grey undernote. I don’t like to call it Rose, because Rose reminds me of the one that got away.

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  25. We’ve had gorgeous sunsets this week, bands of gold and purple and pink. And there’s a lovely tree in our front yard that’s going yellow for autumn. Those have been happy colours.

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  26. My happiness was RAINBOW! In the form of a rainbow cake I made for Toddler’s third birthday party. Pics on Instagram tagged #workingWednesdaypix even though the work was done Friday (inventory), Saturday (cake), and Sunday (frosting and cupcakes).

    Process: https://www.instagram.com/p/Bh18GYCHESx/
    Results:
    https://www.instagram.com/p/Bh5bNdjA4ef/
    Reaction video: https://www.instagram.com/p/Bh5awUYAmU9/

    My blue hair makes me happy, too (more visible in sunlight than in the linked pics).

    What will make me REALLY happy is finally getting the inside and outside of our house painted–both were cheaply done in 2015 and the cracks are literally showing. Maybe this week I’ll tackle the half bath as a gentle start… And call the exterior guy who starred scraping last year and then ghosted when it got cold…

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  27. The whole sky was multiple shades of pink Saturday evening, coming home from a day spent with a friend – that made me happy.

    Otherwise, my happy color this weekend was Dirt Grey. I can finally see a patch of dirt in my backyard because the four (4!!) excess-to-requirements garbage bins that were sitting on it have been rolled out to be picked up by the sanitation company tomorrow (!!).

    Said dirt will be full of flowers by the end of June if I have anything to say about it.

    Generally speaking, my happy color is purple. Purple flowers, my purple house, my new purple getting-dirty clothes that I picked up at Goodwill for imminent vacation and future yard work.

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    1. Soil. (Don’t treat our soils like dirt, they’re our underground economy).

      “Soil is the second most complex system on the planet – after the human body. Nothing matches it for the huge diversity of its components, and for the point-to-point variability in its properties. Sadly, soil degradation is a major global problem. Improving respect for soil and water is critical for sustainable civilisation on planet Earth” Buchan, 2012

      It’s reflex. My partner is a soil scientist and dirt is a dirty word. 😜

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      1. I think it’s just American: after all, ‘soil’ also means dirt; it’s just that in English English we don’t use ‘dirt’ for growing things in. And it’s dirtier than soil, to us.

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        1. Oh, and checked the etymology: as I thought, ‘soil’ is French, so more refined than ‘dirt’. But I daresay all those organic Viking and Anglo-Saxon farmers were gardening in dirt.

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          1. I don’t think the Anglo-Saxons were enlightened, I think they were just stubborn as dirt and crafty as hell. When I taught Anglo-Saxon poetry, I used to tell the kids the Saxons were the Weebles of history, you could knock them over but they wouldn’t stay down. The Romans came through and conquered them, the Vikings came through and conquered them, the French came through and conquered them, and what language do the British (and Americans) speak now? Good old Anglo-Saxon English. We may have picked up some Latin (okay, lots of Latin), Danish, and French, but English absorbed them all and kept on trucking. I loved teaching the Anglo-Saxon stuff. “I and Pangur Ban my cat” for fun and then “The Seafarer” for sheer beauty. And Beowulf for violence and super heroes. Great stuff.

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          2. Your history’s a bit skew-wiff, but the essence is true. (No English here until well after the Romans, and there’s a lot of Old Norse around in northern English still.) And I didn’t mean they were enlightened; just that ‘earth’ now means the planet as well, so has extra connotations for us.

            I remember doing a lesson in my extremely short-lived student teacher phase based on bits from the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle, to the astonishment of the class, I think.

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          3. Ah, yes. You can dirty yourself, or soil yourself, but to earth yourself . . . I don’t think you can do that, can you? Electrically ground yourself is the proper term, isn’t it?

            Anyway, re: Jenny’s comment in the overnested thread:

            There’s a guy in one of my online groups who has an excellent sig:

            “Not only does the English Language borrow words from other languages,
            it sometimes chases them down dark alleys, hits them over the head, and
            goes through their pockets. — James Nicoll
            “Not only that, instead of the money, it escapes with the pocket lint. — Don Roberts”

            We sure do like the weirdo bits of language!

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      2. This particular dirt is in the long-neglected backyard of a post-WWII tract home that’s been a rental for 40+ years, is south of the LAX landing flight path, and within earshot of two freeways. It might be soil by the time we move out, but right now it barely qualifies as dirt!

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        1. When we fly out of LAX, we come up the night before. From hotel windows, I’ve seen that patch of dirt. It’s no soil. South of LAX is beachy and pretty. Is your dirt sandy? Ours is, and we have military flyovers of jets, planes and helocopters. And we hear the 5 Freeway noises coming over the bay waters.

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          1. Do you hear them or are you used to them?
            When I was growing up, there was a train that used to come through our little town every night after I’d gone to bed. Loud as hell, but I loved the sound of it when I’d stay awake long enough to hear it. Then they stopped that train, and I used to wake up every night when it usually came through because my brain wouldn’t hear it and would know something was wrong.

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          2. We are in the armpit of the 105 and 405 freeway junction. Our dirt is a dark-grey, heavy, recalcitrant clay that is probably saturated with the residue of jet fuel and diesel. I would not eat anything grown in this dirt, that’s for sure.

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      3. Good to know. I have a lot of soil and it must be rich as hell because I don’t do anything to most of it. It’s just over half an acre of mostly woods and I never touch the woods part of it, so that’s got to be rich as all get out back there. Mostly it’s just beautiful.

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  28. My favourite colour at present is anything bright with sunshine – cherry blossom pink (sadly our tree is past its blossom, but now working on leaves – and it was glorious while it lasted), green green grass that has just had its first cut of the season, blue skies.

    I got some time to do some weeding/tidying up of part of our mud/soil/dirt over our 3-day heatwave. It was fabulous. Albeit our garden now has a rather split personality (you can definitely tell which bits I worked on, LOL)

    My annual favourite is always the bright new green growth of spring – it is so happy and full of promise – a kind of acidy yellow-green that I would love to have hang around all year

    My usual happy colour is often purple (it was our wedding accent), quite often green, sometimes blues…

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    1. I was enjoying those acid greens today, both out my window against grey skies and as I drove up your way (sorry: decided it wasn’t practical to try and meet up today; and it was a spur-of-the-moment trip). The trees are suddenly filling out and transforming the landscape.

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  29. Regarding the Anglo-Saxon commentary, Jenny does have a point. In his 1987 book Darkest England, Afghan scholar Idries Shah wonders why the English remained ascendant when, for instance, the Angles were outnumbered by the Saxons yet we now speak English. Lots of other mysteries also touched on.

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    1. Yes, it’s definitely a mystery. I’ve read theories that the British learned English so they could trade with the incomers as they had with the Romans. But then they didn’t all switch to Latin as they did in most of what’s now England to English. And wouldn’t that logic have meant everyone’d now be speaking French? (Oh, I’ve just thought: Latin was probably a second language to most of the Romans who came here – the soldiers were from all over the Empire – so it would just have been used as a lingua franca for business and work, perhaps.)

      Every so often I read another book or watch a documentary, but I guess none has yet convinced me.

      Since I live (and grew up) on the Welsh Border, I’m well aware of how different English is to the British language it displaced.

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