Last night I was sitting in the living room at about 7:30 p.m. and I happened to look out the living room window and there before me was the most beautiful blue I have ever seen... I don't think I could even describe it. It was just before sunset and I don't know if the snow remaining in the yard was part of it, perhaps it was reflecting the colour a little, but somehow I don't think so because the trees and ground were already black. There wasn't a hint of any other colour in the sky, just this not-quite-ink-blue. It had an ethereal quality about it. I know I should have taken a picture right then and there but honestly I was enjoying looking at it so much that it never even occurred to me to get off my rump and find the camera. But I am glad I looked at it because it was just glorious.
At knit night last Thursday we were discussing our favorite colours and everyone was able to say what their favorite colour was except for me. I have a hard time choosing favorite colours because that is too abstract. A colour for me signifies as much a feeling as anything... so when I choose my favorite colour (if there is such a thing) it is always in context. I love blue but there are so many shades of blue that saying that is almost inane. I also love soft yellows like butter yellow and lemon yellow... but then if I think about a block of butter in a dish I almost want to laugh because that is not it at all.... the butter yellow that I like is a shade of a quilt that I once owned.... and I wonder if I like the shade of yellow or if it was the blanket itself that I liked. And if I think about a lemon I can't stand lemon but I love lemon chiffon fabric... it looks so utterly feminine. Red is an awesome colour but mostly because I love Stewart plaid.... then there is moss green. This is by itself actually a greyish drab colour but if you use it primarily in the bedroom it is very soothing. Mauve is lovely too if it is a lilac or if it is in conjunction with navy blue velvet. You see I love no colour as it stands on it's own but how it is in accordance with something else or with a feeling it evokes. I love melon orange but especially in regards to Cottonwood trees and how they look when the colour goes out of the leaves in autumn. So you see I have a difficult time choosing a colour that I can unequivocally say is my favorite.
Now you understand why I change the look of my blog so often.... mostly because colour is a tool... it is a tool the represents my mood.... I, over the last year or so have used many different colours on my blog, and all the time they are chosen to represent me..... I think, the colour that I least like is rose or any shade thereof.... puke! That is why the pink of the last few weeks didn't last on the blog for very long. Pink drives me nuts.... it puts me in mind of smoke and vapours. Pathetic.... I wonder if I ever threw up something pink.... hmmm.... I should ask my mother... maybe she would remember. Either way pink is vapid.
So there you have my low down on colour..... I can safely say that colour is a very personal thing... I hope I have not stepped on anyone's toes by saying pink is vapid.... If you happen to like pink and it works for you then more power to you.
My grandfather was colour blind.... I cannot imagine a world without colour.... how lucky we are to have the rainbow of them......
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