The other day, the author of a blog I follow wrote about colour. It made me think. Ever since my trip to India, I cannot get enough of the colour turquoise. Not the pale, watery version.
The deep, bright, vibrant, intense shade. It’s the colour painted on my bedroom walls. Chotchkies I collect. Pillows, tossed on a daybed in my living room. Sweaters. T-shirts. Even my wallet. And my toothbrush. I’m drawn to it, like a bee to honey.
It just makes me feel good. It makes me smile. And it warms me up.
Before I became obsessed with turquoise, it was celadon green. Pale, soft and relaxing, celadon isn’t just a colour. It’s also the name given to ceramics which originated in 13th century China, and were glazed in that particular shade of green.
It’s a very calming colour; and in my condo, my living and dining room walls were celadon. Whenever I stepped into those rooms, it was like letting out a huge sigh of relief. A polar opposite of what I’m living in, now. Continue reading