Ode to Orange

I've had "a thing" for orange since 2005, when I decided, abruptly and for no reason I can remember, that it was an amazing, invigorating, quirky, and especially underloved member of the rainbow. I made orange curtains. I made those curtains into pants. I purchased 75% of all orange inventory in IKEA. It is why this blog is orange, and why my entries are orange. I am obsessed.

So today we went to Orange.

I made sure to dress appropriately.

And of course, we had to find the orange store. Even more reliable than McDonald's or Starbucks, these Orange stores are EVERYWHERE. I have made a point to take a picture by each one we come across, but there is little more satisfying than wearing ALL ORANGE in front of the ORANGE STORE in the city OF ORANGE. Can you guys tell this made my life?

I had a field day.

Orange Car in Orange:

Candied Orangettes in Orange:

The COUNT of Orange in Orange:

I will pause to say we didn't go ENTIRELY because the town was named Orange but because, in fact, there is an amazingly well preserved Roman amphitheatre there:

I can happily say I don't know which delighted me more, but suffice it to say I have had a brilliant orange day.