Yes, I am a red weasel and orange will never eclipse my love for red. But orange and red are sort of cousins. Kissing cousins even. And, as I have started to embrace my new home of Valencia I thought I would be a good time to explore my love, history and desires in regards to orange, oranges, and all things citrusy. I didn’t know until today that I loved orange as much as I do. I thought that I thought that oranges were okay—but it turns out I am an orange aficionado. Just shows that we don’t know everything about ourselves.
1. The myth of my mother’s pregnancy with me is that throughout her entire nine months she constantly craved oranges. She ate oranges like peanuts. The legend is that is why I am so sweet and also why I don’t get many colds. I imagine that dump trucks from Florida found their way to my mother’s home in Seattle and emptied the contents onto her yard and that she would work her way through oodles of oranges until the yard was littered with pounds and pounds of peels.
2. I am in love with this orange skirt from Banana Republic and I am certain that when I wear it my life will feel like a Technicolor musical from the 1960′s. Maybe, The Young Girls of Rochefort or the Umbrellas of Cherbourg. Please, I implore you, tell me how to wear this skirt? What do I pair it with? And, do you think if I buy it I am in danger of breaking out in song every time I wear it?
3. Supposedly, according to colour theorists, the color orange is the most controversial. Most people either love it or hate orange and it is rare that people are ambivalent about it. The color orange is supposed to stimulate appetite, activity and encourages socialization. Hmm, perhaps there are deeper psychological reasons why I am craving orange other than the need for some Vitamin C.
4. My favorite drinks at Starbucks all involved Valencia syrup. I would add Valencia syrup to my mocha Frapuccino or to cafe’ mocha and make it much better thanks to the addition of the ooey-gooey orange syrup. Sadly, Starbucks has discontinued Valencia syrup and I am very,very,very unhappy about this. Each time I go to Starbucks, which is not often, I am sure to complain. If any of you know people of power at Starbucks would you please ask them on my behalf to bring the Valencia back? That would be great.
5. Orange is, as you know, the colour of the Oregon State University Beavers. And, the Beaver’s are He-Weasel’s team. Did you know that the OSU Beaver’s beat USC? Did you know that OSU will likely go to a bowl game? If not, come on over to Chez Weasel and ask my weasel and he will explain it all to you in enormous and passionate detail.
6. Yes or no on these shoes? Don’t let the fact that they are 45% off influence your decision.
7. The average orange has 37 calories.
8. In Le Fabuleux Destin d’Amélie Poulain the character who was “Someone’s little weasel” received a letter from her husband in which he wished for an ‘orange- coloured day’ when they would reunite.
Ever since I saw Amelie, an ‘orange- coloured day’ has meant to me a day of perfection, reunion, and all things bright and beautiful.
9. Long before I met He-weasel I used to dream of getting engaged at L’Orangerie in L.A. as it was the most romantic French restaurant in L.A. He-weasel did not know of my dream for a proposal in an orange heaven. But, he did propose on Bastille day in his bedroom. I assure you, it was an orange coloured day even without L’Orangerie.
10. The orange flavored soda pop, Orange Crush, always makes me think of my dad in a sort of sweet and light hearted way. That is a powerful soda that can create that kind of revisionist history.
11. I prefer fresh-squeezed OJ. No concentrated orange juice or, God forbid, Tang. I like it with lots and lots and lots of pulp. I prefer to almost have to chew my orange juice.
12. Once I drank so much carrot juice my skin turned yellow.
Please share some of your orange coloured memories and favorites with me, oh, and tell me if you like the skirt and shoes. Hope your weekend, dear reader, is orange coloured.