Color

I just finished a book that has a character with bipolar disorder. She isn't necessarily a main character, but a catalyst. At the beginning of a downward spiral she buys ten full sets of towels in colors ranging from flamingo pink to hydrangea blue. She says the colors are so beautiful that "I feel the colors in my bones. Right inside my bones." She says that they make her "want to weep." And then she lay down in the towels and wept.

While I can honestly say I am not crying over color, I do love color. It is surprisingly a part of the things that I do, the decisions I make. Warm colors come at you, they surprise and comfort. They can excite or energize. Cool colors recede. They are calming, relaxing, but can be cold or clean, sometimes even sterile feeling. Colors can speak to people, the choices they make in clothes, food, even politicians can be effected by the colors associated with that particular choice. I love color. (You don't need to worry, Mom. I really am fine.)
Sometimes, I will buy something because of the color. I think that may be why I was so drawn to this fabric. The shade is somewhere between pink and red. It is possibly the most "hot" pink I have seen in fabric in this decade. To me it looks like candy apples and summer time toenails.

So now it is a blanket and it will belong to Olive. Hopefully it brings her lots of warmth and happiness.