I lost my car again today. It is a very nice car. I don’t have trouble finding it when it is tucked securely in my garage. Store parking lots are the scene of my frustration. My car is only a month and a half old and the trouble is that it is a lovely ice blue. In a crowded parking lot it blends in with all the silver, grey, white and blue sedans. My old car was orange—well, a shade of burnt orange that was very easy to spot in a crowded lot. I miss its distinctive color personality.
Color has a very important voice in our world. A 1930’s quilt would no longer be 1930’s if remade in African colors. Country style is defined by its browned hues of red, green, blue, and tan. Quilting is a field where the “eye of the beholder” truly decides which colors are loved. We are born pre-prejudiced toward colors we love or hate. Sometimes this is due to our home environment. Sometimes our national heritage, but mostly because what we like is what we like! I have a blue-violet bedroom, but my friend Nancy’s is purple, spring green, and tangerine. Mine is tame compared to hers.
That is the most wonderful thing about colors. It takes a lifetime to experiment with all of them.
Laurel
