Orange is the New White?
Pumpkin. That’s the only suitable name for the paint color.
I don’t even know who lives in this house across the pond from us anymore. Our 20-year-old neighborhood is in a “fruit basket upset” stage: a state of flux, where the older families are moving out and new are moving in so fast my head is spinning, and I no longer have any idea who anyone is as I walk down our streets, waving at unfamiliar cars.
For all I know, Peter, Peter Pumpkin Eater could live here.
That would actually explain a lot.
When the new homeowners were first considering changing the color of the siding from the muted green it once was, they tested out a patch of the orange on the side facing our house. From far away, it looked as if they had perhaps replaced rotted cedar siding with a few new boards.
Not so much.
Turns out that they had painted a patch pumpkin, and were trying the color on for size.
Apparently, the color palette took root, grew on them, no one (s)quashed it, and then, at some point, they must have turned to each other, given a shared high five, and said, “Orange you glad we chose this color?”
Do I like it? Nope. I think it’s jarring, and I would never choose it for my home.
Does it matter what I think? Double nope.
The fact that I dislike the color of their house, I believe, is pretty much irrelevant. The ability to make individual choices comes with the territory of living in a democratic society; it comes, part and parcel, with the freedom of personal expression and choice we enjoy in this country.
We can choose to send our kids to private schools, public schools, online schools, or homeschool them; we can have open, heated debates about the racial tension in Ferguson, Bill Cosby’s presumed guilt or innocence, and whether or not Jay “The Interception King” Cutler deserves a spot on the Bears’ roster next year; and we can, given homeowner association rules agree, paint our houses pink, purple, or pumpkin orange if the mood suits.
Come next fall however, if a larger-than-life, jack-o-lantern mug were to appear on their back wall grimacing at me all the livelong day, I might not be feeling quite as open-minded.
Right now though, in these gray, often sunless days of winter, I guess a little orange on the horizon isn’t such a bad thing.
What’s your take? Do you think homeowners have a right to paint their homes any color, or should they, out of courtesy or perhaps some type of ethical obligation, stick to a more standard color?