Blue!

Curiously blue is not a colour I think of, when I think of colours I like.

However, when I look at my list of projects on Ravelry and when I flicked through my pictures folder it pops up a lot. I reckon it must be some kind of inoffensive, safe, backdrop colour to me. I adore all the aqua/turquoise variants; likewise, I don't often think I like green, but am constantly drawn to it.

...Or, more accurately I am drawn to blue and green somethings.

Perhaps these two colours are the canvas on which my favoured orange and bright pink and turquoise hang? The orange/pink/turquoise I can simply feel even if I just visualise the colour in my head. I can't picture blue and green in my head except as a tangible object. How peculiar.

Pablo Picasso: I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.

I love it when I am surprised by something beautiful and unexpected in colour: out there, in nature, unimagined. I think that is why, occassionally, yarn can be impossible to walk away from. If it is dyed in an exact colour that talks to you, talks to the colour inside you, and you recognise the colour that you can't see inside because it is reflected back at you from that ball of yarn, then it has to be brought home since that's where it belongs.

Could our yarn stashes be the colours we think of and recognise, rather than the colours we see and know?

Is that need to have, driven by the fear that you might never find that moment of long lost recognition again?

Complicate that by adding texture and you have full synasthaesia! Some yarns beg me not to leave them alone in the store, and they do it cruelly by sneaking under my skin and pressing the colour button.

Pressing happiness buttons was my excuse for not posting post last night, since there was much excitement Chez Souris. Medium Small was privileged to look after her class mascot, Sunny the Meerkat, for the night. He is much adored and even travels with his own suitcase of belongings.