Have you ever had your colors done? No, I’m talking about touching up your roots or choosing paint chips for your bedroom walls. In the 1980s, finding your “color season” was all the rage. These are the color palettes that are the most flattering to your skin, hair and eyes. After you identify these, you can then supposedly choose wardrobe pieces that make you look healthy and vibrant.
I had this done when I was about fifteen and was quickly identified as an “autumn” meaning lots of khaki greens, rusty oranges and such. As a teen during the eighties, I was into either pastels or neons. This was not good news for me! As I grew older, I eventually learned to embrace my colors — taking pride in how God made me. I filled my wardrobe with what I called “ick green.”
At a retreat this past weekend, a dear friend offered a workshop on colors. I already knew mine, but I decided it would be fun to attend and see the process again. I watched each of my friends take the hot seat and I did a decent job predicting the results each time. “I’m pretty good at this,” I was thinking, proudly. Terry held up my best color (ick green) as a bad example for a friend who is a “winter.” I laughed and piped up that ick green was my best color. Terry turned and looked at me. “Oh, no, it’s not. Just wait.”
Imagine my surprise when I discovered that I am no longer (or maybe never was) an autumn color! I am actually a summer! Now, I’m really confused. I thought I knew who I was. Was I wrong? Was I mislabeled? Have I changed? It makes me think of Brandon Heath’s great song, “I’m Not Who I Was.” 
Tomorrow I’m going to blog about change. But, for today, I’m going to celebrate my color confusion with a bowl of fruit loops. I may treat my kids to a bag of skittles. I may stop at Costco for some brightly colored petunias and a jar of jelly bellies.
And I may have to take a look at my closet and find something that’s NOT ick green. Hmmm. That might mean another trip to the store!
Sounds like a beautiful weekend. blessings and prayers, andrea