The last time I owned anything rainbow, I was eight years old and jumping my rainbow bike over the curbs on Westwood Drive. Every few curbs I had to stop and adjust my over-sized, off the shoulder rainbow sweatshirt and pull down my red, cotton duck board shorts with a split hem and contrasting piping in white. Of course, this was the 80s so back then we just called them shorts.
I had rainbow Vans, rainbow shirts, and rainbow days of the week underwear. My life was an explosion of color.
Sometime in the late 80s and 90s, the rainbow as a symbol for the LGBT community started to take hold and, you have to admit, they really grabbed the ball and ran with it. Nevertheless, I was fine letting go of my penchant for color en masse. I was too focused on accruing a collection of flannels and boots to rival Eddie Vedder.
Lately, though, I’m thinking I’m not over the rainbow. I see rainbows or multi-color groupings everywhere which, I suppose, is better than seeing dead people. My obsession is to the point where I had to create a Rainbow category on Pinterest because there are that many good rainbow pictures.
That’s just my favorite 200.
Last week, while at the supermarket buying apples, carrots, chicken, and soap, I stumbled across a rainbow wooden spoon. Yes, please! It was like a scene from a movie. I spotted it across a crowded room, walked towards it, and without breaking stride grabbed it from the rounder and tossed it in my cart with a joyous, “In you go, sweetheart!”
I bought one for my mom, too, because we have been on the hunt for a 2 tablespoon wooden spoon to use when we serve chimichurri.
True enough, but honestly I just really liked that is was rainbowed.