I don’t take a lot of chances when it comes to color. I’m a blue-green-purple-black kind of girl, and most of the time, that works for me. Everything in my closet goes with everything, after all, and that makes my life simpler.
That said, a few times a year I get an absolute craving for color–bright, gaudy, hot, lively colors. Pink and orange, yellow and red–the hotter, the better. I’ve been having that color craving the last couple of days or so and have pulled out my brightly colored yarns in an effort to satisfy my desire for intense color. The gray days of winter have much to do with this sudden and urgent need, and who am I to deny it?
This morning, I’ve been working on a crochet (yes, crochet!) project, making little leaves to brighten up a dull wall in my bedroom out of a wildly colorful partial skein of yarn that’s been kicking around in my stash for some time, too vibrant for anything until now. It’s incredibly gaudy, just the ticket, and I love it.
Color my world, you gorgeous stuff.