I thought I’d give you (and myself) some respite from those awful bi-lingual puns. Mind you, I could keep that kind of nonesense going all day – years of training round the family table has taken care of that. But I digress.
I was so encouraged by your supportive comments re the skip that I thought I’d share with you something that’s been bothering me for years.
I don’t know what ‘indigo’ is. I barely even know how to pronouce it. Is the ‘d’ silent? Like Inigo Jones? It’s got to a point where I’ll even avoid any conversations that might lead to ‘indigo’. Not that there are so many, you understand, but you never know.
I know, of course, that it fits in between blue and violet, but there never seems to be any room for a completely distinct colour there. In fact, that whole end of the spectrum is, frankly, cluttered. Apart from that, the only place you generally come across it is in the context of jeans – indigo-dyed. And the thing with jeans is, the colour is so mutable anyway, you don’t have to really deal with it. Just wait a few more washes and call it blue.
I was brought face to face (as it were) with indigo a few years ago when I took up Tai Chi. Yes, really. One of the warm up exercises involved a particular Qigong routine accompanied by a visualisation of the colours of the rainbow, each in turn. Red, orange, yellow – I was fine with those. By green I was starting to worry. Blue saw me tense with fearful anticipation, and by the time I got to violet I’d completely lost any chi I’d accrued in the earlier part of the process. The whole indigo bit had passed in a blur of anxiety and desperate mental pan-tone consultation.
I dropped T’ai Chi. I just couldn’t take the strain.
What has encouraged me to re-confront my issue with indigo has been the recent resurgence of green as a fashion colour over the last couple of years. Do you wear green? What kind of green do you wear? Think about it now.
There are loads and loads of different greens. Ranging from nice green:
to nasty green (although the man looks rather nice, doesn’t he?):
Green is HUGE. It takes up far too much of the spectrum with it’s enormous range. (Can you see where I’m going with this?)
I suggest – a modest proposal, surely – that the rainbow should be changed thus:
red, orange, yellow, green (nasty), green (nice), blue, violet.
No indigo at all. No more indigo, no more stress.
Now, I know what you’re going to say here. I accept it may involve altering the rules of nature and physics, but that’s a small price to pay for my peace of mind. It also interferes with the acronyms for remembering the colours of the rainbow, but I’ve thought of that. Instead of: Richard of York Gave Battle In Vain we could have Richard of York Grew Great Big Vegetables or something like that. Cut me some slack – I’m working on it.
Anyway, it could be worse. We could be stuck with a rainbow like this:
Back to front and only FIVE colours (and a worryingly flatulent horse). You’d be better off with me running things, now wouldn’t you? (Could someone send some new felt pens, for goodness sake?)