I just watched The Who perform in the halftime show at the Superbowl. I bet a lot of you did too. But, how many of you watched in black and white? Not that many, I suspect. We're not big TV watchers and we're essentially cheap. These two qualities have conspired to provide us with an old and relatively small screened TV. Since our TV is analog, when the big change to digital happened, we opted to purchase the $40 converter box rather than a new television. In the past couple weeks something has happened to the converter box and we're only receiving signals in black and white. When we first discovered this, I almost enjoyed it. It made me nostalgic for my childhood. I'm not that old, but I have distinct memories of my family's first color TV. The cheap trait is apparently inherited and my parents weren't excited about spending a lot of money on a color TV. So, I grew up watching Richard Nixon resign and Mr Howell ogle Ginger, all in black and white. It was also briefly fun to share the black and white experience with my girls.
The fun's worn off and we're resigned to watching the Colts and Saints battle it out and having to rely solely on the symbols on their helmets for clues as to who is who.
All this makes me want to celebrate color. A desire that's only heightened by the fact that I just came back from seeing Avatar at an IMAX theater in 3D. Wow, what a visual feast. And I say this despite the 3D making me slightly nauseous and forcing me to close my eyes lest I lose my lunch on my fellow movie goers. So, I'm sharing some recent pillow creations that, though uploaded to flickr, I never shared here on my blog.
I realize that the last pillow isn't as colorful as the other two. This black and white thing must really be getting to me.
Roses are RED.
Violets are BLUE.
Watching the Superbowl in black and white,
Would make you sad too.