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roller6262 · 7 months

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Harvey Gives Fashion Advice

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Harvey still had time before his next class, so he headed straight for his dorm. Harry's bed was topped with cardboard boxes, and Harry himself was rummaging through his wardrobe. He would evaluate individual items before deeming they were no good and tossing them behind him. "Dude, I've been gone for a few hours, are you still trying to find something to wear?" Harvey asked his room mate.

"Oh, Honey, I already picked out a casual outfit for the day" Harry replied without taking his eyes off his clothes. "That's what I wore to pick up all those boxes."

"By the way, what is all this stuff?" Harvey sat on Harry's bed and peeked inside the boxes. It was a mix of decorations, papers, and small items that looked like they could be used for games.

"Those are the supplies for tomorrow's Queer Student Union meeting. As secretary it was my job to pick them up from storage."

"So why are you changing again?"

"And repeat an outfit on the same day? Hell no. There's an executive meeting with all the Queer Student Union's leaders tonight, so I need to look my best."

"Sheesh, I'm glad I'm not a member of your gay club" Harvey sighed, "If I spent as much time on clothes as you did, I'd never get out of this dorm."

"Oh shut up" Harry said, tossing a shirt he was looking at onto his bed, "I bet I spend less time on clothes than you do styling that ridiculous pompadour" Harry ran his fingers through his own curly hair, then turned around to face his room mate, finally seeing that Harvey was wearing a patka, "Or at least, how much time you usually spend on it. That thing on your head is new. Is it some kind of fashion statement?"

"Huh?" Harvey placed his hands on top of his head, feeling cloth where he expected to feel gelled hair. "I thought I took this thing of last night. Did I tie it back on this morning?"

"What are you mumbling about?" Harry turned back to his wardrobe, "instead of making fashion statements like that, I wish you were a fashion guru. I could use some advice." Harry grabbed a pink scarf and wrapped it around his neck. He considered it for a moment before tossing it towards the bed like all the rest. This time, it landed on Harvey's head.

The scarf wrapped itself around Harvey's patka, forming a pink UK-style turban. "Wait… this is just like with Gurpreet's table cloth. Was- was that real? It is happening again!?" While Harvey was expressing a great deal of panic, the texture of his face became smoother, and his cheek bones were more pronounced. All of his hair once again darkened to a shade of black. His mustache thickened, covering his upper lip, and his beard grew to his collar in a squared off shape. To maintain this shape it was not cut, but rather well maintained. Harvey winced, expecting to bloat into a fat man like before. Instead, he grew a bit taller and slimmed into a model physique. He got that warm feeling again as his skin turned an Indian hue, a bit darker than Harvey's normal time, but a good amount lighter than previously. His features changed slightly to be more telling of a Punjabi man, but it was unmistakably Harvey's face.

Finally the rest of his clothes were altered. He was wearing a light blue silk button up with grey wool trousers and brown leather shoes. A tricolor, diagonally striped long tie appeared around his collar. A pink scarf, matching his new turban, hung from his neck, and a dark navy suit jacket topped his shoulders. Harvey looked at his arms in disbelief, his wrists were decorated with a gold watch on the left and an iron Kara bracelet on the right. "Am I imagining things again? Why is it so different this time?"

"So Harpinder" Harry started, as if Harvey hadn't said anything just now. He was holding up two shirts, one in each hand, "Which do you think would look better on me tonight?"

"What are you talking about, Harry?" Harvey realized this was just like with Gurpreet. Harvey, or Harpinder as he was now, seemed completely normal to Harry. "You never ask me for advice about clothes."

"I just didn't want to bug you with my day to day stuff" Harry admitted, a bit embarrassed "you're such a famous fashion influencer after all. I'm sure you have more important things to do." Just then Harvey got a notification on his phone, actually he was receiving several. He unlocked it and the phone opened to a photo-sharing social media app. Instead of his usual profile, he was logged into @sikhstyleguru under the name Harpinder Singh. The page looked like it was regularly updated with photos of Harvey as he appeared now, wearing a variety of fashionable suits and street wear. Scrolling down, Harvey figured this page had to have been active for a few years, which should have been impossible because he only transformed a few weeks ago. Was reality changing? Is that why no one thought his sudden changes were odd? Either way, Harvey took this as proof that he wasn't imagining things, he really had become a Sikh man.

He tapped on his most recent photo, the one he was getting notifications for. The like count was already well above three thousand and still ticking up. Comments included phrases like "waheguru" followed by praying hands emoji and "Att" with the fire emoji. "I really am a fashion influencer" Harvey said to himself.

"That's why I'm asking you, you know better than anyone" Harry said. Harvey was confident he'd be able to return to normal, as he had before. For now he decided he would play along with Harry's vision of him, as it would be useless to try and convince Harry that he was someone else. Still, Harvey's idea of a good outfit was a white tee and black jeans, hardly the wisdom that Harry was expecting. He decided he should just answer truthfully. "Honestly, Harry, I don't think either of those shirts would work." Harpinder stroked his hairy chin while thinking, "If you're going to meet with other leaders of your organization, you yourself should look like a leader. I think I can lend you something." He turned to his own wardrobe and saw that it was replaced by a pop-up closet. Due to the dorm's restricted space, it was smaller than any proper closet would be, but it still had enough rack space to hold Harprinder's many suits, with drawers at the bottom for the rest of his clothes. He picked out a deep blue dress shirt, a vibrant yellow dress tie, brown slacks, and matching black leather belt and dress shoes. Harry quickly changed and the items fit surprisingly well on him, despite belonging to someone else.

"This is awesome, I've never had a suit I liked this much" Harry was checking himself out from a few different angles.

"It's all about finding the right fit. Now you look ready for business" Harprinder grinned. Harry threw his arms up and gave Harpinder a big hug. He chuckled and hugged back, "Easy there, try not to wrinkle my shirt too much." Harpinder impressed even himself with his wisdom. Maybe this fashion influencer thing wouldn't be too hard. Once Harry had let go, apologizing for any wrinkles he might have caused, Harpinder turned back to his closet and considered his next move. He thought Harry's outfit could use a little something more to truly stand out. He grabbed two cloths from his closet. "Hold still Harry, I just need to add one last touch." Harpinder first tied the blue cloth around Harry's head into a patka. Harry did as he was told and didn't stop Harpinder, but he was still visibly uncomfortable.

"You know, Harp, these turbans look really good on you. I'm just think this is weird on a white guy like me."

"Nonsense, you just need to see it all together" Harpinder tied the yellow cloth into a morni pagg turban. Then he used a salai needle to smooth out the folds. "See? Isn't that better?"

Harry looked at himself in their dorm's mirror, turning his head to check a few different angles. "I guess so…" Harry saw his face turn a darker shade of brown and became delighted. "Yes! This vibrant yellow does go well with my skin tone. That was a good choice, Harpinder" Harry said in a Punjabi accent.

Harpinder nodded, "Now we must do something about your hair."

"But all of my hair is under my dastaar" then a short chinstrap of curly black hair grew on Harry's previously bare face.

"Obviously I meant your facial hair" Harpinder chuckled, using a wooden comb to remove the tangles in Harry's new beard.

"Ah, that is much better" Harry admired his Punjabi features in the mirror.

"I'm glad I could help" with this task complete, the pink turban on Harpinder's head unspooled and returned to being a simple pink scarf. Harpinder himself reverted to being Harvey, and his pop up closet disappeared, leaving behind Harvey's original wardrobe. The only thing that didn't turn back to normal was the now Sikh Harry. "Woah, who are you!?"

"Harvey you are so sweet. Pretending you don't recognize me because I look so much better in this suit? I'm flattered" Harry winked.

Harvey recognized that jokingly flirty attitude, "Harry, is that you?"

"It's pronounced Harri, you know that. Anyways, thank you for helping me pick out an outfit, I'll have to return the favor some time. But for now, I'm off to meet my felllow Queer Student Union leaders" Harri lifted the boxes from his bed and made his way to the door of the dorm.

"You can't leave, there's something wrong!"

"The only thing wrong here is that a cute guy like you is still only wearing a patka. Before the next Sikh Student Alliance meeting I am going to have to tie the most handsome dastar on you. See ya!" And with that, Harri blew a kiss and left the dorm.

"No, Harry, wait!" But it was too late, Harri was gone. "This is so freaky! First I'm changing, now Harry is too! Did I do that to him?" Harvey took a look at himself in the mirror. "It's got to be because of this patka I got from that Indian club. It's making me look like them!" Harvey tried to yank the black cloth from his head, but it wouldn't budge no matter how he pulled. "It's no use, the thing is tied on like some kind of magic." he sighed. "At least I can take care of you" Harvey said, looking at his short brown beard. Harvey went to his "hair care" drawer. He was pretty obsessed with maintaining a perfect pompadour, so he always kept a drawer stocked with hair scissors, razors, tweezers, an electric shaver, Combs, and his favorite gel. Opening the drawer, he discovered that most of these items were gone! In their place was a wooden comb, a salai needle, some kind of beard oil, and multiple patka cloths. "Where's all my stuff!? I thought I changed back" Harvey slammed the drawer, "I am not giving up that easy, you stupid beard"

Harvey grabbed a pair of office scissors from his study desk and went back to the mirror. They weren't the ideal tool for grooming his beard, but they would have to do. He brought the scissors close to his chin and attempted to cut, but the scissors wouldn't close. "Huh?" Harvey pulled the scissors away from his face and heard the satisfying "snip" of the scissors cutting the air, but as soon as they got close to his face, he couldn't bring himself to close his fingers together. "Are you kidding me? I can't cut my beard either!?"

It had become evidant that whatever magic had transformed Harvey twice today was also preventing him from removing his patka and hair, even in his white form. "I need to find a way to get 100% back to normal, and also prevent future transformations." Harvey thought the best way to do that was to write down everything he knew about his predicament. He grabbed his Religious Studies 372 notebook and started a list on a new page. 1. This all started when those people from the Sikh club tied this patka on my head. 2. I can't take the patka off, except to sleep and shower. Even then, I end up tying it back on without noticing. 3. When fabric touches this patka, I turn into one of those turbanned Indian guys. The table cloth and the scarf had very different results. Maybe the type of cloth matters? 4. When I transform, my personality changes a little bit and my memory gets a bit foggy. I should keep this notebook with me so I don't forget who I really am.

Harvey sighed and closed the notebook. He didn't know much yet, but this was a start. "It goes without saying I need to avoid that Sikh club, even if it does cost me a grade" Harvey checked the time on his phone "can't let my other grades slip though, my break's almost over" Harvey packed his things and marched to his next class, believing that he was temporarily safe from Punjabification.

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dspflv · 5 months

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swampndn · 2 months

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CW: child sexual assault, child abuse, alcoholism

Six years ago today, I finally found my maternal grandfather’s people. I've been thinking a lot about him recently and feeling that grief of all he lost. Then I got the Facebook memory reminder. So I wanna talk about him. Feels like I should.

His name was James, and he was stolen as a toddler and sold to a Mormon family in Utah. He never knew his tribe or where he came from, just that he was Native. When he escaped as a teen, he went to Oklahoma because that's where he knew the Natives were and thought it'd be his best chance. He ended up in Vietnam, survived the Navy, came back to Oklahoma, then met my maternal grandmother (a white woman), and quickly had my mother and uncle shortly after.

My mother's mother was an evil woman. She and her entire racist ass family are. They hated my grandfather because of who he was, so much so that they lied to the courts and said that he was a drunk to take away his kids. It worked. This all happened exactly 1 year before the Indian Child Welfare Act too. Before that, he never drank in his life, but after that loss, he started and, unfortunately, couldn't stop for nearly 15 years.

My mom was then raised and physically/sexually abused by her white family. They constantly told her and my uncle that they should be ashamed of being Native because of their father, and those people did everything they could to make them white. My mom's a deeply complicated person, especially being that she couldn't break the cycle of abuse with my siblings and I. But this post isn't about her. My uncle also experienced the physical abuse, and he developed a drug addiction when he was just 12yo to cope. My grandfather developed alcoholism during this separation period, and his health began to decline.

But! Good news! When my mom ran away from home at 16yo, my father's family took her in. My mom said that she was immediately drawn to my dad because he was Native, connected to his people, and came from an unapologetically Native home. So she finally found some kind of community, and also she was finally able to reconnect with her dad. (And also in the eventual marrying of my father, they ex-communicated my mom. I got a wild story from when I was about 8yo and the first and last time I met them, but that's for a different post for a different day.)

The day she got in contact with my grandfather after being forcibly no contact her entire upbringing was the day he stopped drinking cold turkey. She talks about how after that he was at every single school event and every holiday. My uncle finally got out of there too, and he also reconnected with my grandfather. My dad's family welcomed them both.

My uncle died at 18yo from the lingering effects of his addiction about a year before I was born. It was sudden and unexpected, especially since he, like my grandfather, had stopped using when he reunited with his dad. My mom talks about how involved and happy my uncle was with my sister as a baby. He was James, Jr., but went by Jimmy mainly.

My grandfather had also been heavily involved with us, and he had some kind of prophecy gift. He predicted the sex of all of my mom's kids just by touching her belly, and he knew a bunch of other things too. He used to take my sister and I fishing nearly every weekend, and he got me a Minnie Mouse fishing pole to use. He taught my sister how to ride a bike. I was still too little for a bike, but he got me a tricyle. One Christmas, he rented a helicopter after saving up all year and flew into a neighborhood park dressed like Santa. I do wish I could remember those things firsthand, but I've been told about them and seen lots of pictures.

Unfortunately, all of that was short-lived because he died the day after my sister's 5th birthday when I was only 3yo. We knew something was wrong because he wasn't at her party, and in all this time, he never missed a single event. Even though he never drank again, his prior alcoholism was so severe that he passed from cirrhosis of the liver. My mom was pregnant with my younger brother at the time, so he never got to meet him - but my grandfather did let my mom know he was a boy. (This was back when IHS refused to do ultrasounds. You know how it is.)

He died in 1996 never knowing who his people are. There were no clues. No one knew anything until March 29, 2018.

Finding his people was completely by chance. I went on a trip in March 2018 with a now ex-partner to the Mescalero Apache rez in New Mexico to see some of his extended family. We got there in the middle of the night, and the next morning (March 29th), I went outside to see the landscape. I'd never been to New Mexico before, so I was excited to see mountains and the desert. The moment I stepped outside of the motel and saw the land, I felt an overwhelming grief that I immediately burst into tears. The only way I could describe it was the feeling of a mother who was convinced her child was no longer alive for years and years, suddenly finding out that her baby survived. I will never forget what that felt like, and honestly, now it feels even more powerful than before. I can hardly even think about it writing this because tears are happening.

As soon as I was able to be coherent again after all that grief, my first thought was that this is where my grandfather was from. I knew it. I was fully convinced. The rest of that trip I kept looking at all these Apache faces in the tribal gas station, on the road, and just around and wondering if any of them were family. So many looked familiar, but I wasn't going to do or say anything until I got home and could try and find some of my grandfather's records. Hell, I didn't even tell my then-partner about it when it happened because I wanted to be sure. He even asked me why I was crying standing outside the motel door, and I just said that the land was so beautiful that I was moved. Fortunately for me (one of the many bad signs for him) is that he didn't ask any follow-up questions, so I was able to keep it to myself for the time being.

When I got back home, I got ahold of his birth certificate, and I called the Mescalero Apache records office. After a couple weeks, it was confirmed. He even had living family still. Getting that phone call was so emotional, and I still cry about the relief and also the anger that he died not knowing. I know his spirit is at peace now, and every time I've been to New Mexico since 2018, I feel such a comfort. The land told me on March 29, 2018, and today I'm just thinking about how grateful I am that she did.

As I have been thinking a lot about grief, land, healing, legacy, blood memory, the responsibilities of parenthood, and the next seven generations recently (mainly due to a project I've been working on this week), I don't think it's an accident that today was the anniversary of that event while I go into a performance tomorrow about just this very thing: the land grieving and healing and telling us why.

There's not too many pictures of him because he was the one usually taking pictures of us. But here's a candid I have from my toddler days (mid-blink lol).

#healingjourney #personal

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multifandomfanfiction · 2 years

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Two Ghosts Chapter 11

TITLE: Two Ghosts Chapter 11 PAIRING: Iceman/OC, Rooster/OC (if you squint) RATING: T CHAPTER: 11/? SUMMARY: It was just a routine training session, but it changed Noel “Mongoose” Grenier’s life forever. The legends of pilots flying through time vortexes was true, because it happened to her. Dropped into 1984 during Maverick’s Top Gun training, she must navigate keeping her secret while also completing the program…again. Will she return to her own time unscathed? Or will she lose her heart in the process?

[A/N - I can’t believe this story is nearly over! But beware dear reader, there is more angst coming.]

Graduation day had come and everyone was dressed in their Navy Whites.

Last time she wore her Navy Whites, they were shipping out for the uranium mission.

“Gentlemen and Lieutenant Grenier.”

Everyone laughed.

As the Admiral gave his speech, Mongoose was taken back to her Top Gun graduation. An older version of the man who sat by her side giving the speech, drinks with Phoenix and Rooster afterwards, worrying that she and Rooster would be separated.

“Hey, you okay?” Iceman asked her.

“Yeah. Just wish Maverick were here.”

Iceman and Slider were awarded the Top Gun trophy, which came as a surprise to no one.

“Congratulations, baby,” Mongoose told Iceman.

Iceman smiled and leaned in towards her ear. “You gonna reward me later?”

Mongoose blushed. “The only reason you won the trophy was because Mav quit.”

Iceman put a hand over his heart. “You wound me, baby.”

Mongoose looked into the crowd and saw Maverick. She smiled. “Mav! Over here!”

Maverick shook hands with Iceman. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

Mongoose hugged Maverick. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

“Future Top Gun students need me apparently,” he whispered in her ear.

They pulled away and Maverick turned to Slider.

“Congratulations.”

“Thanks, Mav.”

Maverick walked away and Viper walked up.

“Gentlemen and Minx, of course. I hate to break up the party before it really gets out of hand, but there is work to be done. Some of you have to depart immediately. We have a crisis situation.”

Iceman squeezed Mongoose’s waist.

“Ice, Slider. Hollywood, Wolfman. Maverick. Minx.”

They were handed their orders.

Mongoose’s hands were shaking as she opened it.

“Maverick, you’ll get your RIO when you get to the ship. And if you don’t, give me a call. I’ll fly with you,” Viper said.

Maverick nodded. “Sir.”

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24 hours later, they were on a carrier in the Indian Ocean.

“Aviators, this is bull’s-eye. The communication ship SS Layton has become disabled and has wandered into foreign territory. A rescue operation is to begin within the hour. Your mission is to give air support to that rescue. There are MiG’s in the area and tensions are high. If you witness a hostile act, you will return fire. Those MiG’s carry the Exocent anti-ship missile. They can fire that missile from 100 miles away. This is the real thing. This is what you’ve been trained for. You are America’s best. Make us proud.” Stinger said, “Ice!”

“Yes, sir!” Iceman said.

“Hollywood.”

“Sir!” Hollywood said.

“Sector Two. Maverick, Minx, you back them up with Merlin on Ready Five.”

“Yes sir,” Maverick said.

“Rise!”

They all stood up and Iceman approached Stinger.

“Excuse me, sir. This is not personal, but with regard to Maverick, is he the best backup that…”

“I know what’s on your mind, Kazansky, just get on it. You’re lucky I’m even letting your little girlfriend fly with you.”

“Mon…Minx is one of the best pilots I’ve ever seen. Sir.”

Mongoose followed Maverick up on deck.

“Good luck out there,” Maverick told her.

“Thanks. But I don’t think I’ll need it.”

Maverick smiled.

Mongoose spotted Iceman and Slider headed for their plane and ran over to them. “Wait!” Mongoose said.

Iceman turned to her and she kissed his helmet.

“For luck.” She opened her eyes and Rooster was standing in front of her.

She’d kissed his helmet right before the uranium mission and begged him to be careful. To come back to her. She could still remember how her heart had stopped when he called out that he had been hit.

She blinked and it was Iceman again.

“You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. You good to fly?”

Mongoose smiled. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

Iceman knew she was lying, but he didn’t have time to question her. So instead he grasped her chin in his hand and kissed her softly. “Be careful.”

“You too. See you on the other side.”

Before she let him go, she slipped a note inside his flight suit.

A note he wouldn’t find until it was too late.

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bloggingforu · 1 year

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Indian Army Day 2023: Date, images, Facts, Quotes, History.

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History Of Indian Army Day

Indian Army Day has been every year on the 15th day of January since 1949 , in order to honor general K.M. Cariappa for being the initial Indian chief in the Indian Arm. Prior to the time, Cariappa was the British was the commander-in-chief in the Indian Army.

General Cariappa was named the first Indian chief of staff on the 15th of January 1949 by the the Governor General at that time of India, Chakravarthi Rajagopalachari, succeeding General Sir Francis Butcher, the last British chief of staff in India.

It was a significant occasion in the development of an independent India and was a crucial move towards the transfer of authority to British rule to British into the Indian government. It also was a signal of India’s rising independence and the strength of its military.

Since the year 2000, Army Day is celebrated to commemorate the soldiers who sacrificed their lives in defense of the nation. It is also a time to celebrate the achievements achieved by Army, which is the Indian Army, and to recognize the sacrifices and contributions of soldiers currently serving.

The day is marked by parades and displays of the military across the nation. A wreath-laying ceremony is conducted to commemorate the tombs of fallen soldiers. The President and Prime Minister also wish the best to the soldiers of their Indian Army on this day.

How India Celebrates Indian Army Day?

Indian Army Day is celebrated across cities and towns across India every year on the 15th January of every year. The biggest celebrations take place in Delhi, the capital of India of New Delhi, where an elaborate parade is held in the Cariappa Parade Ground in the central city.

The parade includes an exhibition of military equipment and equipment as well as the parade of soldiers from different regiments of the Indian Army, Navy, and Air Force. The President of India and the chief participant at the event will oversee the parade and award the soldiers medals, awards and decorations in recognition of their extraordinary service.

In other cities in India parades are held in the cities of each city and cantonments for military personnel with troops and military bands who participate at the event. The celebrations take place at war memorials and military graveyards across the country where wreaths are placed on the graves of fallen soldiers.

It’s also the day that many schools and colleges are staffed by military personnel who teach students about how important the military is and its contributions for the national cause. Many families with soldiers visit their homes to show their gratitude to them for their work.

Happy Indian Army Quotes

“Yeh Dil Mangey More” — Capt. Vikram Batra

2. “If a man says he’s not afraid of dying, he’s either lying or he’s a Gurkha” — Field Marshal Sam Manekshaw

3. “Some goals are so worthy its glorious even to fail” — Capt. Manoj Kumar Pandey

4. “I shall not withdraw an inch but will fight to our last man and our last round” — Major Somnath Sharma

5. “We fight to win and win with a knockout because there are no runners-up in war” -General JJ Singh

6. “Only best of the friends and worst of the enemies visit us”

7. “There will be no withdrawal without written orders and these orders shall never be issued” — Field Marshal Sam Manekshaw

8. “Either I will come back after hoisting the Tricolour, or I will come back wrapped in it, but I will be back for sure” — Captain Vikram Batra

9. ” Some goals are so worthy, it’s glorious even to fail”– Captain Manoj Kumar Pandey

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Exploring The Vivid Palette: Discovering The Best Color For Your Garden Parasol

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Welcome to the world of enchanting garden parasols! When it comes to transforming your outdoor space into a cozy and vibrant oasis, choosing the right color for your garden umbrella can make all the difference. In this blog, we, at Indian Tent Manufacturer, will dive into the captivating realm of colors, exploring which shade is the perfect match for your garden. Whether you desire a harmonious blend, a striking statement piece, or a classic touch, Indian Tent Manufacturer has got you covered with an exquisite collection of outdoor garden umbrellas as well as other types of tents to elevate your outdoor space.

Understanding The Power Of Colors

Colors have a remarkable influence on our emotions and perceptions. When it comes to selecting the best color for your garden parasol, it is essential to consider the overall ambiance you wish to create. Let us take a closer look at some popular hues and the moods they evoke:

Serene Blue

Blue parasols exude a sense of tranquility, creating a calming and peaceful atmosphere in your garden. This color is perfect for those seeking a serene escape from the hustle and bustle of daily life.

Vibrant Red

If you want to infuse your outdoor space with energy and passion, a red garden parasol is the way to go. The color red stimulates the senses and creates a vibrant focal point, making your garden a lively and captivating spot.

Refreshing Green

Green garden umbrellas bring the freshness of nature to your garden, evoking a sense of rejuvenation and vitality. This color blends harmoniously with the surrounding foliage and adds a touch of natural beauty.

The Psychology Of Colors

Colors can evoke specific emotions and influence our behavior. Understanding the psychology behind various shades can help you select the perfect umbrella tent that complements your intentions:

Yellow For Happiness

A yellow outdoor garden umbrella radiates happiness and optimism. It captures the warmth of the sun and brings cheerful vibes to your garden, encouraging social interactions and creating a joyful atmosphere.

Orange For Creativity

If you seek an atmosphere of creativity and inspiration, an orange garden umbrella is an ideal choice. This color stimulates the mind and sparks the imagination, making it perfect for artistic endeavors and outdoor gatherings.

White For Elegance

White garden parasols symbolize purity and elegance. They lend a sophisticated and timeless appeal to your garden, creating a refined atmosphere. White also reflects sunlight, providing a cool shade during hot summer days.

Complementing Your Garden's Style

Your choice of garden parasol color should harmonize with the existing style and decor of your outdoor space. Consider the following suggestions:

Modern Gardens

Sleek and contemporary gardens often benefit from vibrant and contrasting colors. Opt for bold shades like turquoise, fuchsia, or citrus green to add a pop of excitement to your modern outdoor haven.

Traditional Gardens

Classic gardens with a rustic or traditional charm tend to thrive with more subdued tones. Earthy colors such as terracotta, olive green, or deep blue can complement the timeless beauty of these gardens.

Personal Preference And Customization

You must keep in mind that personal preference plays a vital role in choosing the best color for your outdoor garden umbrella. It should reflect your individual taste and style. At Indian Tent Manufacturer, we offer a wide range of customization options, allowing you to select from an extensive color palette to find the perfect match for your unique vision.

The Impact Of Color On Perception

Colors not only influence our emotions but also impact our perception of space. When choosing a color for your garden umbrella, consider how it can affect the overall appearance of your outdoor area:

Dark Colors For Coziness

Dark-colored parasols, such as deep purple or navy blue, create an intimate and cozy ambiance. These shades absorb light and make your garden feel more enclosed, perfect for creating a secluded and tranquil retreat.

Light Colors For Openness

Lighter hues, such as pastel pink or sky blue, have the opposite effect, making your garden appear more open and spacious. These colors reflect light and create an airy atmosphere, ideal for smaller gardens or those seeking a sense of expansiveness.

Weather Considerations

While color is an important factor in choosing a garden parasol, it is also crucial to consider the practical aspects, especially regarding weather conditions:

Light Colors For Heat Reflection

If you live in a hot climate, opting for a light-colored parasol can help reflect the sun's rays and keep your outdoor area cooler. Light shades like white, ivory, or pale yellow are excellent choices for heat reduction.

Dark Colors For Stain Resistance

In areas prone to dust or staining, dark-colored parasols can be more forgiving, as they are less likely to show dirt or marks. Consider shades like charcoal gray, dark green, or chocolate brown to maintain a cleaner appearance.

Seasonal Adaptability

Another aspect to consider is the seasonal adaptability of your garden parasol. If you prefer a versatile option that can transition seamlessly throughout the year, neutral colors are a safe bet:

Beige And Taupe For Timelessness

Neutral hues like beige and taupe are timeless and blend effortlessly with any garden style or seasonal decor. They provide a backdrop that allows other elements in your garden to shine while maintaining an elegant and understated presence.

Gray For Contemporary Sophistication

Shades of gray offer a modern and sophisticated touch to your outdoor space. From light silver to deep charcoal, gray parasols exude an air of contemporary style that complements a wide range of garden designs.

Wrapping Up!

Choosing the best color for your outdoor umbrella tent is a delightful journey of creativity, personal preference, and practicality. By considering the impact of colors, understanding their psychological effects, and factoring in weather conditions and seasonal adaptability, you can definitely make an informed choice. Indian Tent Manufacturer offers a diverse selection of outdoor umbrella tents to suit every taste and style. Discover the perfect color that will enhance your garden's beauty and create an inviting outdoor sanctuary.

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