His shirt almost gives her a headache. These days she's all health conscious, low carb diet, and lots of working out. No longer convinced of immortality, she wants to be at least able to pull her butt up off the floor.
She watches as the guy comes into the gym. He has a shiny bald head, ropy legs with a limp, and headphones, which look like large growths hanging from his neck. Today he wears thick blue sneakers, black shorts, and a chartreuse yellow ball cap. She notices the white Micky Mouse figure embellished on his loud tie-dyed shirt. His wife must have bought it to ensure no other woman would even think about flirting with him.
She idly wonders if Walt Disney ever dropped acid. A lot of those Hollywood Types did in the '50s. - Cary Grant - Mr. Sophisticate, for God's sake. Back then, it was supposed to be a treatment to cure psychological problems.
In the '70s, she and her friends turned on – acid, peyote, and psilocybin. They never cured her childhood traumas, but Pink Floyd and Fantasia were definitely enhanced. Bright colors, surreal music, and, oh, the dancing elephants.
But her senior status has tamed her color palate, as well as her drug use. She spends hours walking around her old house, rearranging pictures, knickknacks, and furniture, with various design hacks in mind. One primary color, two backup colors, and everything has to flow. Repetition is the key to good taste! Lots of blacks and browns to go with the woodwork. Just occasional touches of bright color. She never was a maximalist. Each piece should shine, her mother always said.
Which is why she decides to revamp her front garden. She dug up oversized white drift roses two years before when they wouldn't stop growing. When they return the following year as six pink roses, she admires their tenaciousness and lets them stay. But now she is tired of the pink invaders in the middle of blues, greens, and yellows.
She watches and re-watches Garden Design Webinars. She repeats their mantra -"repetition, flow, repletion, flow." At the nursery, she loads her trunk with sedate white Gaura and Salvia and is almost out of the door but spies a bright spot - a Coneflower, cranberry red, almost pink with a double flower. She's always had a problem with impulse control. Surely, a few wouldn't hurt.
And now she’s standing in her yard - high in the upper 80s with 100% humidity - all her plans for sedateness trashed! She looks at her transformed garden - greens and reds and blues and yellows and white and coneflower-raspberry-pink. So much for her reputation as an expert gardener.
Pacing despondently, she has an epiphany and races to buy four giant orange/yellow Red Hot Poker plants. Once home, she defiantly plants them among the others and decides that astronauts will definitely be able to view her garden from outer space.
Convinced she's created a new design trend, she reads on TikTok about Dopamine Décor where one uses fun, whimsical elements to spark a rush of dopamine. Her senior status allows her to doubt the scientific validity of this claim, but nonetheless allows her to revel in her Tutti Frutti garden and to hell with the experts.
— opelikakat
She watches as the guy comes into the gym. He has a shiny bald head, ropy legs with a limp, and headphones, which look like large growths hanging from his neck. Today he wears thick blue sneakers, black shorts, and a chartreuse yellow ball cap. She notices the white Micky Mouse figure embellished on his loud tie-dyed shirt. His wife must have bought it to ensure no other woman would even think about flirting with him.
She idly wonders if Walt Disney ever dropped acid. A lot of those Hollywood Types did in the '50s. - Cary Grant - Mr. Sophisticate, for God's sake. Back then, it was supposed to be a treatment to cure psychological problems.
In the '70s, she and her friends turned on – acid, peyote, and psilocybin. They never cured her childhood traumas, but Pink Floyd and Fantasia were definitely enhanced. Bright colors, surreal music, and, oh, the dancing elephants.
But her senior status has tamed her color palate, as well as her drug use. She spends hours walking around her old house, rearranging pictures, knickknacks, and furniture, with various design hacks in mind. One primary color, two backup colors, and everything has to flow. Repetition is the key to good taste! Lots of blacks and browns to go with the woodwork. Just occasional touches of bright color. She never was a maximalist. Each piece should shine, her mother always said.
Which is why she decides to revamp her front garden. She dug up oversized white drift roses two years before when they wouldn't stop growing. When they return the following year as six pink roses, she admires their tenaciousness and lets them stay. But now she is tired of the pink invaders in the middle of blues, greens, and yellows.
She watches and re-watches Garden Design Webinars. She repeats their mantra -"repetition, flow, repletion, flow." At the nursery, she loads her trunk with sedate white Gaura and Salvia and is almost out of the door but spies a bright spot - a Coneflower, cranberry red, almost pink with a double flower. She's always had a problem with impulse control. Surely, a few wouldn't hurt.
And now she’s standing in her yard - high in the upper 80s with 100% humidity - all her plans for sedateness trashed! She looks at her transformed garden - greens and reds and blues and yellows and white and coneflower-raspberry-pink. So much for her reputation as an expert gardener.
Pacing despondently, she has an epiphany and races to buy four giant orange/yellow Red Hot Poker plants. Once home, she defiantly plants them among the others and decides that astronauts will definitely be able to view her garden from outer space.
Convinced she's created a new design trend, she reads on TikTok about Dopamine Décor where one uses fun, whimsical elements to spark a rush of dopamine. Her senior status allows her to doubt the scientific validity of this claim, but nonetheless allows her to revel in her Tutti Frutti garden and to hell with the experts.
— opelikakat
We do get a wide swath of this woman's COLOR life. She doesn't like the way the gym guy dresses, but finds herself moving. slowly toward the "anything goes" side of things. I like it.Interesting development psychologically...and that's what it's about, especially for people who have "experimented." ---Macoff
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