Finally I told her, "We speak different languages."
She looked at me strangely.
"You're SEEING something," I explained. "I'm not. I understand the words your saying, but I can't visualize it."
While this is not a terrible problem to have, it does sometimes get in the way.
I assume my lack of visualization skills is why I have a terrible sense of direction. (At least that's my story and I'm sticking to it.)
I also assume it's why I was so hesitant to choose paint colors.
I hated the color of my bedroom, a bright peach...a blindingly bright peach, that offended me every single morning. And yet it took me forever to paint over it because I couldn't VISUALIZE what color would look better.
Finally I decided that ivory would look good enough. I mean, can you get any more neutral than ivory? I went off to the hardware store in search of the perfect shade of ivory.
And I couldn't find one. But I did find EVENING SUN by Valspar, which I kind of liked even though it's a tinge on the yellow side.
I brought home a sample container and slapped in on over the peach.
And decided I was really wrong.
See, I really can't visualize!
So I tried the sample color I'd bought to paint my office with and decided I liked that better, not JUST because I like the name.
TINSEL BEAM, which either looks blue or grey depending on how the light hits it.