When I was a kid (not in the same league as my four year-old precocious cousin sometimes-Jack/Daniel gravely telling me “when I was young..”–he’d follow up with something like “I used to say bah-djzoo  instead of baju” before flashing a shy dinosaur-toothed grin and wiggling onto my lap) I used to wonder who gave all those cool names to paint colours.

I used to really enjoy looking through paint catalogues and just looking at the colours and their corresponding names: Coral White, Popcorn Yellow, Amethyst Haze, Icy Blue—I used to always think, even at age 7, that I could do a better job than that.

If I could name paints, I’d call them things like So White It’s Fright-ening,  Mellow Yellow, Amaranthine Amethyst and…well, you get the drift la. Weird names, because I couldn’t think of any romantic ones.

I really love the names they give OPI nail polish though I seriously do. They have the most fantabulous names to match the colours! They’re all so vibrant and…*waxes lyrical*.

Anyway.

I’ve been pretty much devouring books these hols. After The Kite Runner,  I moved swiftly on to Billie Letts’ Where The Heart Is (I loved it!), and am now reading Rebecca Wells’ The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. This book reminds me of the Dahlings, and makes me wish I were a little more gila when I was younger instead of the nerdy, 3-in-1 Nancy Drew-toting, rule-abiding goody-two-shoes I was!

On my reading list is also E. Annie Proulx’s The Shipping News, William Styron’s Sophie’s Choice, Gregory Maguire’s Son of a Witch (the continuation of Wicked) and Noam Chomsky’s Imperial Ambitions.

I’d almost forgotten how much simple pleasure I derive from lolling about in bed on a hot afternoon sipping iced Milo, engrossed in a good book