I read recently in my friend Jenn's blog that she liked colors and that got me thinking. The more I thought about it, the more I became aware that I also love colors. The best part of school starting each year was when I got my new box of Crayolas, and to this day I love opening the boxes in the store just to look at the rows of different colors. Whenever Crayola comes out with a "new" collection, I want a new box of my own.
The last couple days I have been working on sewing crafter's aprons (a take-off on carpenter's aprons) which I will (hopefully) sell at my table at the Minnesota Needlework Guild retreat in August. In preparation, I started going through the bins of fabric I have collected over the years (or in some cases inherited!) and realized how much I love just handling the fabric and looking at all the shades of color. I washed up oodles and oodles of pieces and, being conscious of the heat and the demand for electricity, I hung all the fabrics on the clothesline to dry. I found myself being drawn to the window or door to just look out at all the colors floating in the gentle breeze. Fortunately I am finding a use for some of the wonderful pieces of fabric I've collected. The question is...how much of it can I stand to part with?
That got me thinking about the massive amount of paper I have accumulated for scrapbooking and how, again, I love to just lay it out, sort it by color or design or whatever. And again I am atrracted to the colors. I love buttons and floss and fibers and paint swatches and beads.
So, yes, I think I am in love with color!
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Color is addictive isn't it? I'm going to a huge quilting shop for my birthday and I think that I'm going to look through my patterns before my trip to plan projects out.
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