Sorry for the late posting today, baboons. Today’s guest blog is by Jacque.
The autumn skies are spectacular, especially at dawn and dusk. There is a point immediately after the sun sets on a clear day, when the light is dim, all silhouettes crisp. The exclamation point is the moonrise looming over the nearly night sky. Several weeks ago, driving home from work each evening at dusk, beautiful sunsets were strutting their stuff. Gorgeous shades of pink, yellow, orange, blue, and lavender spread across the western horizon. The car was headed westward, so each evening I saw the whole thing, start to finish. What a beautiful drive home.
It made me think of my late father and his favorite color. My sister, our friends, and I were obsessed with determining our favorite colors. We experimented with all the colors from the Crayola box. We also polled our parents and neighbors, persistently asking, “What is your favorite color?” Mom’s was orange. Dad’s was Sky Blue Pink with a Heavenly Border. Wow. Nobody could top that one. And he would show us this color at sunset.
“Look. There it is!” he would say, pointing west to the horizon.
So in September, when the sunsets were so lovely and I was making my way west towards home, I began to think of him. This prompted me to write a blog, with a picture of a sunset, of course. I had to carry my camera everywhere, so I could pull over and catch the color for the blog.
It took weeks. The sunsets were suddenly bland. The camera broke. I had to buy a new camera, learn to use it, and catch the just right sunset. I waited for days for the proper color and scene. It was tough. I took many pictures which were colorless, uninspiring, just not Dad’s color. Finally I found one that would do, even though it does not have quite enough Heavenly Border.
Then one morning, as I headed out to walk the dog I saw it again on the mailbox in the form of Morning Glories:
The beautiful sunset inspired memories, pleasant thoughts and a photographic binge. I learned new skills after the colors made me spend money on a new camera so I could share it with you. You just never know what a sunset will inspire.
What does color do for you? Do you have a favorite?
Trail Baboon 
Blue, white and green. Birch trees against a clear summer sky.
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Welcome, m.
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What a wonderful gift for Jacque from her dad – an appreciation of the sky and a memorable phrase to describe it. “Sky Blue Pink With a Heavenly Border” should be a new Crayola color or a Ben and Jerry’s flavor.
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I totally agree. Either one. Or both.
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OT- Dale, I didn’t know went to SIU. Which campus? I went to Carbondale. Graduated long before your time, I’m sure.
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I also went to Carbondale, PJftWS. 1973-1976. I lived in the triads for the first two years, and in a little house on Rawlings Street in year #3. How about you?
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From 1968 to 1972, so I just missed you. Lived in an old house on Jackson Street right behind the Hospital. You were there while Shawn Colvin was attending, just wondering if you paths crossed?
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Rise and Shine Baboons!
Apparently all of us are on a time delay this Friday. I woke up in the night as usual, then slept until 6:55am. Now that I know Dale was late, too, I feel better.
I cannot wait to see the taped session from last night. I was not available for the live-streaming technical snafu, anyway. Dale, I hope you can post the link. Like an expert, of course!
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I don’t know how interesting the presentation turned out to be, Jacque, but Jim Ed and I had fun. I think we had more Morning Show listeners than we did KSTO DJ’s in our audience. They all were very gracious and attentive.
Here’s the link.
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Mornin’ all. What a sweet post, Jacque. And what poignant memories of your Dad. Thanks for making the effort to document this for us. Sky Blue Pink with a Heavenly Border, indeed, how could you top that?
As a kid, my favorite color were green, a vibrant, shamrock green, orange and purple. I was never into pastels, give me bold colors and lots of them.
Nowadays I’d have a hard time picking a favorite; I just love colors. This time of year, not surprisingly, I think of color in terms of autumn foliage; in early spring, it’s the tulips that grab my attention. That is, until the first hint of green begins to appear in the treetops, and the world fills with the fragrance of lilacs. In winter, what’s lovelier than new-fallen snow and frost softening the leafless tree branches and accentuating chain link fences while hushing the noise of the world?
In our home, one wall, that stretches through the living and dining room, is paprika colored, a warm, soothing color. It has been that way for over 20 years, and we still love it. We know its hopelessly out of style and that an interior designer would change it in a heartbeat, but we live here, so we get to decide. Our porch, which we call our sunroom (despite the fact that it faces east and north) is a vibrant sunflower yellow. It’s the room through which you enter our home, and where we love to read our Sunday newspaper; it’s a room that says “WELCOME, glad you’re here.”
I’ve often wondered why when we’re sad, we say we’re feeling blue. Anyone?
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PJ, I used to favor all my walls ivory colored, but lately have been painting with color – a deep sage green in the living room, yellow stairwell and hallway… a splash of paprika sounds wonderful.
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Our bathroom is in serious need of new paint job, and I keep thinking it might feel just that much warmer if it were paprika, or claret or something like that.
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pastel paprika will give you the feel but not make the room too small. i had a room i wanted to turn magenta. deep deep color. i got it and lived in it for 3 or 4 years and was amaed atht e end of the run how much bigger it was when i switched to white. i have begun to make my own paint colors from leftovers in the garages of my life. wanted yellow but mixed it with white and it wasn’t quite warm and bright enough it ended up a little too straw so i added some thing else and then kept tweeking it until i got what i wanted. then i ran out and ended up doing an interesting job of trying to duplicate it it was close but noticable in its variation so i ended up kind of doing the feather textruixiing and sponge painting to make it interesting. green in the mud room yellow in the breakfast nook. claret in the tv room is coming up. white is tiring but leaves options of everything else open.
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BAH to fashion. Who needs it. Live in paprika if that is what you like.
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I love colors – all of them. I love trying to figure out the differences between the blue-purple and the purple-blue in the box of crayons. Is this brown a hint more green or a scoche more red? Burnt umber or burnt sienna (I prefer the sienna)? If I have to choose one, I will cheat and go with the colors in the purple family – everything from fuschia to deep violet that is almost (but not quite) blue. Plums, aubergines, grapes, dusty lavender, I’d even throw maroon into the mix.
But maybe my all time favorite? The color that comes right after “Sky Blue Pink With a Heavenly Border” – deep deep blue that hints of green and purple and is just starting to twinkle with stars, but not quite. This color shows best on cloudless nights – crisp winter is a good time to find it.
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Aubergine always catches my eye too. Nothing in a garden is more lovely than an eggplant ready for harvest.
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Plus “aubergine” is just fun to say….oh-bur-jheeeeeeen…..
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So true.
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Good motning to all,
Beautiful sunsets are one of the benefits of living in a state with lots of wide open land. Now it is mostly corn and soybean fields which have replace the expanses of prairie that were orginally here. We live in a town where trees and houses block the sunset. Still, we frequently get a good look at the sunset as we drive to and from our small town for various reasons. “Sky Blue Pink With a Heavenly Border” is a good description a sunset. You really have to warch sunsets in person to get their full effect. I’m sure it was hard to get a good picture of one, Jacque, and I think your picture is a good one. The picture of the morning glories with some sunset colors is also very nice.
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The colors of impressionist paintings are so sky pink blue, I think. What is is about that style of painting that is so appealing? I am partial to pink roses and tulips and most other pink flowers, but I don’t have much pink in my house and I don’t wear much pink. Husband really likes blue flowers. I have more to say on this topic, but the terrier has the largest cat cornered behind the computer screen and it barking and trying to jump in my lap to get him.
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Wonderful post, Jacque, with the memories of your dad. I pay a lot of attention to color, and love particularly how each season nature provides a different backdrop of colors – the vibrant greens and pastels that copy the flowers in spring, darker greens and bolder reds and yellows of summer, and the russets and golds in fall, followed by winter’s gray and white where any bit of red shows up so well. I notice that clothing fashions sometimes copy these color schemes, and I want to be wearing what Mother Nature is wearing.
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Ok, cat is down and dog has left the room. We aim for continuous flower bloom in our yard from may to October and were successful this year. The roses were still blooming as of last week. We have a rose called Double Delight that starts out a pale cream and eventually ends up a deep raspberry. Sometimes there are blooms of differing colors on the same bush.
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I have a hard time choosing a favorite color, and often opt for multicolor… then cooking, I try to get as many colors as possible in a salad or stew or casserole. 🙂
If I had to choose a favorite, though, I’d go with a deep turquoise or teal – the only place I can recall it in nature is in Lake Superior at certain times, and maybe the California coast. I’m sure there are birds that color somewhere too.
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Some colors I love as much for their name as for their color: turquoise, teal, lavender and azure are so evocative that they bring other senses into play.
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And the opposite is true, too. Puce? Awful name.
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Yes…. mauve…. chartreuse
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Tell me the color of night-long wracking agonizing throbbing pain that keeps you always just enough sleep to keep you in a stubbed toe of a dream but awake enough to hear and worry about your wife’s every strange noise and move.
Now tell me the opposite color–that’s my favorite color
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I do not want to make an attempt to name that color associated with bad sleep, Clyde. I will suggest that the opposite color could a cheerful shade of yellow, my favorite color.
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Greetings! Lovely post, Jacque! Sunrises and sunsets are so exquisite. When I worked at Xcel during the winter, we were in a former car dealership turned into a training center. A huge expanse of windows faced the east, and nearly every morning we were treated to the front seat of a beautiful sunrise. It also had a big gas fireplace so we could warm up on those cold winter days.
Unfortunately, living in a rental home, I don’t have much color; and I’m just not a decorator or nester either. I go berserk at the thought of having to actually choose a color to paint a room. When I have money I would find a good decorator and go with lots of jewel tones — especially purple. Amethyst, sapphire, aqua, teal, fuchsia — mainly cool colors for me.
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My favorite color is yellow. I have always been a little rebelious and I think I picked yellow as my favorite as a boy because I didn’t want to be like other people who usally picked blue, or maybe green or red. I still like yellow. The house we live in is a shade of yellow and yellow is the color of a couple of rooms in our house. I think it is a good color for a room that you want to lightened up to make it cheerful. Yellow is also a good color for flowers and some fruit and vegetables that I like are yellow including yellow tomatoes, yellow squash, yellow snap beans, and golden colored apples.
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Jim, one of my favorite calendars came from Seed Savers – each page was just filled with vibrant colors of fruits and vegetables (most of which we no longer see often).
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where do you get that calendar?
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http://www.seedsavers.org/Details.aspx?itemNo=M3726
..and occasionally I’ve seen it at an independent bookstore like Birchbark Books, though I don’t know if they have it this year.
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Morning!
Blues and purples… And there’s a teal that’s nice.
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There’s an interesting book that’s out of print called Subliminal Selling Skills that has a short section on colors. As I recall, the author suggested that blue, forest green, and dove gray were the best colors for establishing rapport and doing sales work in business settings. Blue because it’s soothing and makes people feel good. Darker green because it’s the color that money is printed with. And gray because, again, it’s very non-threatening. I’m trying to remember which colors he said were bad and I remember him saying that yellow was the worst when trying to build rapport because staring at something that’s bright yellow will increase the stress levels of the viewer within 45 seconds. True or not? Don’t know but interesting nonetheless.
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Maybe picking yellow as my favorite color is a reflection on the way I am sometimes. I don’t always make a good first impression, especially when trying to present something that I think is important and not understood. I need to learn to switch to the blue welcoming mode and get away from the yellow warning mode. There are places where yellow is a good happy color I guess it is probably not the color of the mood one wants to project when trying to get a point across, especially if it is a glaring, alarming, yellow color which could change to an angry red like a stop light changing from yellow to red.
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I think a lot of this must be cultural-money is not green everywhere, and I believe both yellow and red are colors of good fortune in the East. White is the color of mourning.
Myself, I find the unrelenting beige and grey and muddied tones of colors that focus groups tell businesses to decorate with to be anxiety producing (probably because they make me feel closed in and industrialized-oh, and sold at.)
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Here’s a well made video about colors and the personality characteristics attributed to them: http://www.mariaclaudiacortes.com/colors/Colors.html – Try center door.
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‘morning, All – Jacque, beautiful photos – i love your mailbox! – and lovely memories of your Dad. thanks for that.
i like all colors – the colors of each season, especially. what stuns me is the intense white of the Girls’ milk and how it changes to pearlescent (the color of expensive cadillacs) when i’m cooking it into cajeta.
Cliffy sidenote: goats’ milk is so white because there is no carotene (a precursor of vitamin A) in it – the pigment that colors cow’s milk, especially when they are on pasture. Goats convert the carotene into vitamin A (colorless) and put it in the milk in that form so that the milk is that whitest of whites.
my Dad always said (at least once a day) “if i buy you a banjo, will you learn how to play it???” i have no idea where that came from – he just loved to say it. 🙂
my Mom’s favorite color was black and red combo – our bathroom was black and red as long as i can remember.
have a fun day!
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As one Cliffy to another…Milk from Guernsey cows is a buttery yellow color because they cannot convert betacarotene into Vitamin A. The excess carotene colors the milk and leaves a yellow cast to their eyes and skin that distinguishes them from Jersey cows.
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We had some Guernsey’s when I was just a lad… I personally only remember the last descendant… I think her name was Jennifer. And I think my sisters took her or her older siblings to the fair.
I had a few Jerseys. They were fun. They had attitude for a little cow. Sort of like the bovine rat terrier.
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cool, didn’t know that about Guernseys. and Ben – love the bovine rat terrier analogy! 😆
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ben how is it coming
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My favorite favorite class assignment in undergrad (that I’m sure I’ve shared before) was going out and watching a sunset…the tricky part was taking notes so I could attempt to re-create it on a cyclorama with stage lights, but man it was fun sitting by the Mississippi on a crisp Fall night watching the sun set, coloring with my cray-pas (and getting school credit for it).
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For my next career I want to be a color namer either for a paint company or a crayon maker.
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Jacque, I will be sure to include Sky Blue Pink with a Heavenly Border in my first collection.
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8) The “Harlan” color (my dad’s name).
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Just back from my Silver Sneakers workout with my neighbor, Helen. I told her about the blog and the Sky Blue Pink with a Heavenly Border. She responded that father, who died more than 20 years ago, used to say Sky Blue Pink all the time, and that she has never heard anyone else ever use that expression.
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….her father…
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Cliffy note about sky blue pink:
http://www.worldwidewords.org/qa/qa-sky1.htm
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Well, whaddoya know?
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Wow, who knew? It will always be the Harlan color for me.
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I learned about sky blue pink from an Uncle Wiggly book.
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A friend of mine had a grandfather who owned a sweater making factory in Toronto. Her grandfather (Zayda) was a delightful and gracious man who described to me a valuable employee who had a “color eye” and who could match dyes between lots perfectly. It was a rare gift, he said.
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There was a family owned paint store in Albert Lea where they were good at custom mixing paint to almost exactly match a color that is no longer available off the shelf and is needed to finish a painting job. That store is now out of business and the people in the paint departments of large stores probably do not have much skill for matching paint colors.
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I have been told more than once when buying paint, “it’s white – all whites are the same.” Bah! Indeed no – some whites are more blue, some more pink, some have a hint of yellow or green. All whites are not the same. And I see when they’re off, thankyouverymuch (like that little patch on the stucco by my mailbox…).
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Right Anna! Wish I had more time to talk about color today.
I get hung up in the blue’s of the lighting gel (color) swatchbooks. There are 56 colors of blue from three different companies and I can’t find one I like! Well, I did finally find one. Gam 915.
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ooohhh, Gam 915…
sounds divine, Ben! 🙂
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Ben-I love gel books too-so portable, so satisfying.
I remeber a Lee color that was a very, very pale blue that was used a lot for fill that the lighting folks referred to as Why Bother Blue.
And then there is always Bastard Amber…..
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Or the Apollo version ‘Fatherless Amber’…..
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I love how the color wheel works… and I like combinations that are opposite each other: yellow-violet, blue-orange, though red-green gets a little overdone in December… My favorite art project with the kindergarteners was mixing the primary colors to get the secondary ones… and then of course someone would add red and green and get brown…
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Color is light & light is energy… the affect color has on our mind & body is powerful. My daughter did her senior project on the psychology of color (inspired, no doubt, from growing up in a home with a glass artist)… fascinating topic. Using language to describe color is no easy task (even among skilled wordsmiths such as ourselves)… we’ll all envision something just a little different. That being said, there is a whole science behind my favorite color ( http://science.nasa.gov/earth-science/oceanography/living-ocean/ocean-color/ ) making imagery even more impossible. I am passionate about the ever changing mystical watercolor blue of the caribbean ocean… it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It IS life… exuding energy & calm and bringing me to tears, all in the same moment. But how can that be put into words? ::sigh:: Bask in the colors of the day all!
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I had the good fortune to take a wonderful and challenging color theory class when in grad school in Madison. It met at 7:15 am and the teacher was a stickler for promptness and craftsmanship. Main lesson in that class was that there are no ugly colors, just ugly combinations. That is my story and I am sticking to it.
Right now, my favorite color is flaming maple red/ There is a little boulevard tree that color right now that I can just see out the office window which is doing a very fine job of keeping me grounded in the sea of industial neutral.
Knitters, I saw something interesting on Ravelry-each day, you knit a row or two on a scarf that is the color of the sky that day. I kind of want to do that in the morning when the s&h takes off for school (6:30 am thank you very much-he actually kind of enjoys being able to check out the still nighttime sky at that hour)-if I had started this fall, it would be sort of Harlan colored on the ends, with a black sparkly section in the middle.
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Hey MIG!
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Hey Ben and All-
I’m sad that I have been so scarce here of late-lots going on right now-I am really hoping my life can be my own by mid-December. Miss writing here, but try to read every day.
My brain is going to taffy without the stimulation this group provides.
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I’m not a knitter, Island Girl, but I love this idea…
it would be a heavenly work of art!
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Wow, this is a great topic. I’m loving reading everybody’s posts and am really resonating with them. Like Anna, I love the deep blue of twilight (a crescent moon makes it perfect); like Jim, yellow was my favorite color as a child; like Barbara in Robbinsdale, I like the colors of each season (although I weary of winter in the city where so many of the houses are shades of white and the snow is so dirty).
I like variety. The dark green of spruce trees goes so well with many colors: the white snow and the white birches, the gold of tamaracks or birch leaves in the autumn, the scarlet of maple leaves. There is nothing like the soft yellow-green of leaves coming out in the spring, especially if you are by Lake Superior and look up and see it spreading across the hill.
Each season has its own colors that bring a little life and joy to me. From the first flowers and chives that poke up through the snow in the spring to the bright and intense colors of summer flowers and summer storms to the russet oak leaves and bright maples and red raspberries in the fall to the soft white of snowfalls and white snow on black tree branches against a brilliant blue sky or the almost black water of a stream under ice in the winter.
I don’t think I could pick a favorite color… if I didn’t have lots of different colors to enjoy, then my life would be pretty dismal.
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I’m equally moved by color and it’s hard to pick a favorite because I like them all. If I had to choose, it would be in the purple spectrum from burgundy through violet and to the palest lavender, but I’d rather not be forced to choose. I also like the color of mist on an early autumn morning or the color of hoar frost on trees in winter. And the palest green of young buds on trees in spring. And the wine red of oak trees in the late fall.
More later.
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oh yes. “wine red.” hoar frost. autumn mist. mmmm.
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The concept of a Favorite Color has never made sense for me. Color for me is all about context. My wife, the fanatic decorator, always checks her color schemes with me. I am interested in art with limited pallets and how they impact the viewer, the effect of complementing, contrasting and neighboring colors, and on and on.. My favorite color pallet for painting is two colors on a colored ground, such as black and white on dark blue, black and white on light tan dark blue and green on pale blue, etc.
OT 1: my daughter got the final official approval for donating her kidney. Now if she will stop running and involving and overdoing enough to be able to donate it . . .
OT2: PAIN!!!!!!
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Oops, forgot to say, very nicely done guest blog, Ms. Jacque.
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Anyone watching the last World Seried game tonight? Here are the Cardinals – maybe surprising us all again?
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Wouldn’t miss it, Barb… especially after last night’s thriller!
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Me neither. Last chance to have a baseball game on till spring!
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Remembered this poem part way through the day – but I was at work, and it was buried in my computer files…I wrote this several years ago for a grad school writing class. It is color-related (and also family related). I will think of you and your dad, Jacque, when I look at sunsets. But lavender makes me think of my grandma.
Purple
My grandmother’s place is lavender.
Not the colors on the walls or the carpeting,
but the aroma of the hue-
Soft, floral, hinting of spice,
A faded smell.
The color of light that comes through her windows
Is dyed by the air.
It is not a lavender that is
simply a sun faded purple,
But a color that has come into its own.
So too my grandmother.
She hints of the strong purple in her
That got her through the Depression,
Through her father losing his business
Through teaching at Phillips Junior High during the race riots.
She seems to me the embodiment of lavender.
A color brought in from her flower beds,
Saved from a memory,
Foreshadowing the purples her daughters would become.
She is the lavender that is content unto itself,
And only hints at its true chroma and power.
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Love it, Anna. Well done indeed.
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Thanks for this one, Anna – beautiful!
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thanks anna,
beautiful
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Well done.
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Colors Passing Through Us
by Marge Piercy
Purple as tulips in May, mauve
into lush velvet, purple
as the stain blackberries leave
on the lips, on the hands,
the purple of ripe grapes
sunlit and warm as flesh.
Every day I will give you a color,
like a new flower in a bud vase
on your desk. Every day
I will paint you, as women
color each other with henna
on hands and on feet.
Red as henna, as cinnamon,
as coals after the fire is banked,
the cardinal in the feeder,
the roses tumbling on the arbor
their weight bending the wood
the red of the syrup I make from petals.
Orange as the perfumed fruit
hanging their globes on the glossy tree,
orange as pumpkins in the field,
orange as butterflyweed and the monarchs
who come to eat it, orange as my
cat running lithe through the high grass.
Yellow as a goat’s wise and wicked eyes,
yellow as a hill of daffodils,
yellow as dandelions by the highway,
yellow as butter and egg yolks,
yellow as a school bus stopping you,
yellow as a slicker in a downpour.
Here is my bouquet, here is a sing
song of all the things you make
me think of, here is oblique
praise for the height and depth
of you and the width too.
Here is my box of new crayons at your feet.
Green as mint jelly, green
as a frog on a lily pad twanging,
the green of cos lettuce upright
about to bolt into opulent towers,
green as Grand Chartreuse in a clear
glass, green as wine bottles.
Blue as cornflowers, delphiniums,
bachelors’ buttons. Blue as Roquefort,
blue as Saga. Blue as still water.
Blue as the eyes of a Siamese cat.
Blue as shadows on new snow, as a spring
azure sipping from a puddle on the blacktop.
Cobalt as the midnight sky
when day has gone without a trace
and we lie in each other’s arms
eyes shut and fingers open
and all the colors of the world
pass through our bodies like strings of fire.
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Love Marge Piercy. Love love love. (She is an author that when I went to a reading and signing had me absolutely tongue-tied when it was my turn to give her a book to sign and say something intelligent…totally fumbled my opportunity.)
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Wow.
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sorry i missed the color day jacque, nice response. color is huge. imoactful and goes unnoticed unless you stop to think about it. thanks for stopping us. i will appreciate extra for a day or two.
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This blog about “Sky Blue Pink with a Heavenly Border” was wonderful. In my family of 8 children growing up we would hear this phrase often from our mom. We would be excited about our birthday cake that she had so lovenly made, and hid until after dinner, when we asked “What color is it” Sky Blue Pink with a Heavenly Border, is what she always said. Or if we teased and wanted to know the color of a Christmas gift, we would get the same answer. I wonder where did the phrase “Sky Blue Pink with a Heavenly Border” come from?? Your photo really shows what your dad ment. Thank you for the blog.
Cindy – Apache Junction, AZ
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That is a beautiful picture. We just bought a new home, making sure there was at least 2 bedrooms on the main floor. My parents are getting up there in years and I wanted to make sure they knew there is a room for them in my home. My dad told me that his room isn’t ready until it’s sky blue pink with a heavenly border. I thought he was crazy…lol. I will try to do that for him, using your photo as a guide
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That is a beautiful picture. We just bought a new home, making sure there was at least 2 bedrooms on the main floor. My parents are getting up there in years and I wanted to make sure they knew there is a room for them in my home. My dad told me that his room isn’t ready until it’s sky blue pink with a heavenly border. I thought he was crazy…lol. I will try to do that for him, using your photo as a guide
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