My color repertoire expanded greatly in 5th grade when I started using the computer. I would choose bright colors with new names, such as Magenta and Cyan.
And while now as a fully-grown adult I am aware that there are a gazillion names for a gazillion different colors (thank you paint companies), I still mainly use the original 6 to describe the world around me, with a few adjectives (dark, light, neon, etc) thrown in here and there.
It came to my attention one day while rushing around my apartment, that the French have more than 6 main colors to describe their immediate surroundings.
“Je n’arrive pas à trouver mon saaaaaaac!” (I can’t find my baaaag!) I announced to FBF.
“C’est lequel?” (Which bag is it?) FBF asked, starting to look around himself.
Now compared to what I had in les états-unis, my purse collection here is tiny. I have 7. They are all different colors.
Thinking the color would be the fastest and easiest way to distinguish this particular bag from its counterparts, I said, “C’est le rouge” (It’s the red one).
This, apparently, was no help to FBF. “Hein? Tu as un sac rouge?” (Huh? You have a red bag?).
Seconds later, I had laid my hands upon said bag. “You know! This one! My red Longchamp bag,” I said while shoving it in his face.
“Oh!” He exclaimed. “That’s not red! It’s Bordeaux.”