A Happy Place
I am also very sensitive to colour. You knew I would get around to colour, didn't you? The colour of my environment matters to me and can be too bright, to dark, to warm or too cool for my comfort level, particularly walls and floors. I struggle with that currently as I do not like the colour of the walls in my living room but do not have the energy, nor the money at the moment, to change them. Most people give me the weird side eye if I say this. Why can't you just live with it, or decorate to accommodate it? The ask me. I've tried that strategy. It makes me anxious. Just try explaining to someone that your walls are making you anxious!
Colour is a very complex thing for me. I don't have a favourite, rather I have favourite shades of all colours. I have preferences. With some colours there is a greater number of shade preferences and a quantitative person might say, aha! You like 43 shades of blue but only two shades of yellow and seven shades of red so clearly blue is your favourite. I could never make such a pronouncement. My favourite colour or shade of colour depends on the day, it depends on the object that it is coloured. I might like a particular shade even more when it is in combination with others. I might feel more passionately about those two shades of yellow than I do about 45 of the blue shades.
Speaking of yellow, a friend who has synesthesia once told me that for him I am yellow. Another friend said I was his sunshine. And according to a random online quiz my personality is yellow. Perhaps my aura is yellow; I've never had that confirmed but it's a good thing I do like at least two shades of yellow.
By the way, I am using the term 'shade' a bit generically here. Technically a shade is black added to a colour. A tone is grey added to it and a tint is white added to it. In the English language we tend to favour the term shade to describe variety in colours. I personally tend to prefer shade because I literally do prefer tones and shades of most colours.
I also love the colour brown which tends to make people give me that weird side eye again. Or respond with 'brown is the colour of dirt' or more vulgar suggestions. I happen to quite like dirt actually, or soil really. And chocolate, and beautiful brown eyes and skin. I like my brown hair. There are shades and tones of brown which truly move me, which create that little moment where my heart skips a beat and an 'ahh' catches in my throat and I feel I am home. Yes, brown. Do I sound defensive? That's because I am sensitive to all the brown scorn out there.
Well, how long did you think I could go without talking about colour once again?
There may or may not be an outfit post with this. I am lying in bed feeling exhausted. I haven't yet found the energy to get up shower, dress or eat though I am quite hungry. I have a coffee date with my parents, which of course I want to attend but it is going to require running on adrenaline. You might think that on such a day I'd want to dress in an energising colour but I know I will choose something that feels secure, calm and safe. It's too dangerous to misrepresent myself.
Six hours later......
It's at least ten degrees cooler than it has been in a long time and it's raining. Given our drought and wildfires this is good. I haven't closed my windows at all in about two and a half months but I closed them today. As I suspected it is a brown day. Dress, cardi and shoes are all second hand. Purple silk flower self made from a second hand blouse that shrunk. Hair, influenced by mushrooms and styled by rain.