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Felt the need for some green...

I adore the free blog backgrounds site I stumbled upon several months ago (link up there in the left corner)... I like being able to change my blog look to suit my mood. This evening I've felt strongly in need of green.

Green is my HOME colour. It's the colour I turn to when I need to feel grounded. Jayne recently moved into a new house with the most magnificent green loungeroom. It's not a dull, watery green, but a vibrant, happy green and when I recently spent a wonderful evening there with some other women, the green of that room somehow fed my soul!

Her entry is sunshine yellow. I remember being five and adoring the colour yellow! Yellow was the colour of happy, and maybe when I was five I felt a need to be sorrounded by a lot of happy.

I know for many years I avoided the colour red. Red was the colour of angry, and I didn't like it. My mum liked to dress me in red (because it suits me), and I hated that. But not nearly as much as I hated Orange...

I don't even know why I didn't like orange before my very late twenties. In fact, I would still not wear orange myself (I've had one or two orange items but that's it)... I dressed Luey in a lot of orange, because it suited him. There is something hidden about orange, I don't fully trust that colour...

I also used to really LOATHE purple - you'd have a hard time believing that these days, if you looked in my wardrobe - Purple said, LOOK AT ME, AREN' T I FAB??? Didn't like the ostentaciousness of purple at all...

But then as you get older, the way you view colours really does shift and change.

In my twenties, red became a colour of strength. A colour of "I believe in myself", and colour that spoke of my own trust in my view of the world.

And then recently, maybe only in the last couple of years, purple has taken on a new voice for me. A sage voice, a voice of a woman and a mother who has a strong mind, but maybe doesn't need to yell her opinions quite so loudly from on top of that soapbox (mind you, ask the woman what she thinks and she'll welcome the opportunity to impart her brand of wisdom with you!)...

But my love of green is the same as when I was very, very little, before I had words, I think. Green felt soothing, it grounded me, it reminded me of my roots (I don't really know what that means, but that's the feeling I feel when I think about green)...

Green may not be an easy colour, Kermit, but ahhhh, it's home!

Comments

Joy Johnston said…
These are beautiful, colourful thoughts, Sif. So how's the serious writing coming on? Is this exploration of colour something that can be incorporated into the daily word number goal, or is it an avoidance strategy??
Amanda O. said…
It's funny the associations we make without sometimes even realizing it and the changes we have over time wrt that for different colours isn't it?

Green has long been a favorite of mine, as was yellow even from childhood. Neither was I a fan of red although I do enjoy it's strong vibrations now. Never cared for orange at all, too damn bouncy, frivolous and zesty - although since being pregnant and having Lily I've totally about-faced on it and LOVE orange because it is the colour of Lily. Didn't like purple for much the same reason you mention, like it in smaller amounts now though - it was my grandmothers colour, confident in her experience after having weathered a lot in years gone by in a very sort of Alice Walker way. Still don't like most pink though, only certain shades. LOL

Scents can be a bit the same. Trying (SLOWLY) to churn out a post about the scent of clean wrt L & L's births. Currently sounds better in my head than on the screen though.
Spiralmumma said…
Oh glad you like my green room! I love it. I never would have thought of painting a room green myself-purple is (and has always been!) more my colour. However I'm just loving it. calming, yet uplifting. It feels like nature :) I'm planning on a purple rug now to accentuate it :)

Love the BG too, though these BGs always take ages to load on my connection!
Sif said…
Completely and utterly an avoidance strategy, Joy!

I've stalled at 10 500 words, haven't written anything since Friday. Ari has had a cold, and now I've got it, so cranky people all round... Big deadline looming though, so will have to dig deep soon!

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