As you probably know if you are a religious follower of this blog (and if you aren’t, I need your phone number so I can ring you up right this very second and curse like a stevedore and say evil things about your couch), you know that John and I spent last November in India. And I am dreaming of India right this second…
Sigh. Such a magical, extreme, glorious, filthy, rich, layered, spiritual, amazing, and poor country. And yet the take-away is sublime.
Mumbai is fine. Too New York-y for my taste.
Jaipur is interesting.
Delhi is monumental.
But my heart belongs to Jodhpur.
Situated in the glorious state of Rajasthan, Jodhpur packs a colorful punch like nowhere I have ever been. The light! The acid-hued saris! The desert and the juxtapositions of the arid and the mirage-like villages that rise like fever dreams from the dunes! The Brahman blue walls! The sand castle-like architecture! Swoon, swoon, swoon!
So you may never get to India: It took me 41 goddamn years to get over there.
Regardless, those Indians in Rajasthan should come over to the United States and gives us a big old lecture about color theory.
Here’s what a little Rajasthani lady would say about mixing color:
“Yes, it’s OK to mix lime green with purple, red, banana yellow, and orange.”
“Aqua is a terrific neutral that should be punched-up with pink, cerulean, and kumquat.”
We Americans are so damn safe when it comes to color.
“Is it OK to mix beige and white with greige?”
Catch me, Jesus! I just can’t take it.
So why not channel a little Jodhpur-style flair this weekend, and paint a room bright, bright, bright pink, green, and yellow. Or at least a wall. Or some molding.
Then send us some photos of your handiwork.