ate len, ma, daddy and i went color hunting the other day. we went to robinson's handy man to look at swatches and to have all the base colors mixed in their uber expensive "mean machine" to come up with one ferocious looking interior shade. it was amusing at first, but the hours dragged on until we have combed every shelf and aisle of the mall's impressive hardware finds.
we stressed over a lot of color choices. there was this red-orangy tint that got stuck in my throat the minute i laid eyes on it. i can't seem to say the name of the color out loud, because i wasn't sure if it's the right one. ate len said when picking the perfect wall color, there should be no room for error. nevermind the smell, the prices left us nauseous! the color game created a big crater in my brain.
in this task, there's no point in being specific when we can't even find the exact shade of yellow (yes, the primary color) to compare the other shades of yellow with, considering that they all belong to the same "family" of color. there's sweet corn, sunny day, sunshine yellow, etc. etc.!
so we used the reliable "blind man's bluff" game and ended up choosing the safest shade to match our pieces of wood furniture at home. my mom was impatient (as usual) and wanted to get out of the store the moment ate len and i attempted to start a weak debate on whether kuya ren would be keen on our chosen color. so we scurried to the counter and paid for the 20-liter jumbo drum of mustard yellow.
