I’m Dana, the mother of a two year old named Dawson and your reading my Red Post for December’s Blog Exchange. You can find Lotta at my place, The Dana Files
I've been seeing red for weeks and I didn't even realize it. Red is everywhere. The annoying red stop light that I always seem to hit every morning, making me late to everything, was the first step to realizing the power of the color. The more I paid attention, the more that appeared.
Five out of eleven of our neighbors drive red cars. Speaking of neighbors, they're all on top of holiday decorating and it seems like most of their display is in red. One even has a gigantic red Santa Claus on his roof.I haven't put the Christmas tree up yet, but 75% of my ornaments are red. I have red bulbs, red apples, red wagons, red hearts and the star for the top of the tree is red. Even the Christmas tree skirt is red.
My kitchen plates are red (and white and blue, too.) We have red pillows in our living room. I own five sweaters in different shades of red. I have three pairs of red socks. My husband has two red shirts that I just noticed he wears too often. He also has a pair of red boxer shorts he refuses to wear because they have pink hearts on them. (They really are cute, though.) It was a bit warmer outside just before Thanksgiving and we had a beautiful red cardinal at our bird feeder. He just wasn't ready to move south for winter.
Those red STOP! signs always grab my attention, in the midst a temper tantrum, and they seem to demand that I should concentrate on not killing anyone instead of worrying about what my child spilled in the back seat. (You thought I was the one having the tantrum, didn't you?) The red sign of the Kwik Trip gas station on the corner where I get my cappuccino calms my nerves and warms my frosty red cheeks every morning.
Dawson gets excited every time we see the flashing red lights of the school bus when it stops for the children next door. Yesterday morning at the library, we saw a bright red fire truck and stood on the corner to watch it go by. I couldn't hear what he was shouting, but seeing his face light up; despite the stinging cold was my joy. My favorite part was going inside to warm up his red little cheeks with my hands. His favorite toys are two red tractors his Nonna gave him for his birthday. At the grocery store last week, the clerk offered Dawson a balloon. Out of all the other colors he chose the big red balloon. It really stood out among the blue, green, orange, pink and yellow balloons.
In my e-mail lately, I see holiday red constantly. Buy Me! On Sale! Get It Now! Price Cut! Clearance! All of these are written in red font or on red backgrounds. The sales flyers we get in the mailbox all have red colors scattered through every page. Target, Shopko, K-Mart, and even Wal-Mart are displaying red things. From apparel to decorations, the red stands out more than the green, white, silver and gold. I bought red bows and green wrapping paper with matching red bows. I also purchased another red sweater, among other non-red items.
When my husband finds the credit card bill, I bet he'll be seeing red, too! It will be worth it, because when my sister sees me in that sweater, she'll be green with envy. When I see the color red, a feeling of warmth flows over me. I stop and look. I pay closer attention. Red is vibrant. Red makes me feel alive. Red really is a powerful color.