But this post is not about crayons. Or markers.
This post is about color. Well, it's really about my
Okay, so why, right? Well, because it means coloring. Which means color. Which is happiness. Color is happiness.
I'm not sure that it matters so much in which form the color arrives. It can be fabric, paint, thread, fabric, markers, plastics (put a colorful set of Tupperware in my path), fabric, glass, yarn, photos. Did I mention fabric? Oh, okay, well, fabric!
My fascination with color is not limited to fabric, but it is limited by funds. The special thing about color, though, is that you don't have to play in a medium, have talent, or funds to appreciate it. It's everywhere. Assuming you're not color-blind, which would really stink, color is available to everyone. Just look for it. Look everywhere.
Look in the mud, and sky, and leaves. (Hello Nature!) Houses, furniture, barns, bridges. Look in the faces of everyone you meet. Worms, snakes, bugs are full of color. Shoes. Shoes are colorful, especially if they're
Color is definitely my