I don't particularly love sifting through paint chips, but I absolutely adore the color names. How can you resist a green called Secret Meadow? Or a blue called Charismatic Sky? You can almost feel the deep brown of Sweet Molasses. And the white, white of Falling Snow is soft and silent.
I'd like a job as a color namer. Do you think the paint companies have an opening? I Can just imagine the party conversation. "What is it you do?" asks the bored stranger, not really interested in my answer. "I name colors," I tell her. "Have you ever heard of Shabby Chic Pink? Fabulous Fawn? Those were mine."
How wonderful that in this world we have Optimist Gold and Hopeful Blue and Artful Aqua.
We decided on a pale yellow, my husband and I. Lumania, the color of the moon on a winter's night. It's a shade darker than Twinkling Lights and a smidge lighter than Champagne Wishes. Perfect.