Do you ever think about colors? I do. Occasionally, of course. I don’t sit around, day in and day out, staring at the walls thinking purplepurplepurple. But every now and then I will see a color that strikes me, or I will find myself drawn to a color or shade over time and wonder why people like the colors they do and what, if anything, that symbolizes. Sometimes a color will repeat itself incessantly until I have no choice but to notice. The weekend sifted shades of lavender.
I picked up the flowers for Helena’s party. Bells of Ireland, dahlias, plum hydrangeas, and purple roses named Blue Moon (I asked). The next day, we ate lunch under yards and yards of wisteria.
I went to IKEA on Sunday to buy supplies for this week’s William Morris Project. These lilac colored pots ended up in my cart. They look quite sharp with all the cream and black in our kitchen. I hope they perform as well elsewhere, because they’re meant for our entryway.
I looked up the meaning of the color lavender, and it suggests “refinement along with grace, elegance, and something special.” Spending time with friends this weekend was definitely something special, so maybe that’s why all I saw was lavender.