It wasn’t so long ago that I was afraid of color. I grew up believing that hues had to coordinated with other hues. To match purple with red or orange with red, and so on, signaled eccentricity. I never thought much about colors, but as I get older, colors-bright colors-make me happy in my otherwise drab life-
-and keeping busy doing handcrafts, or some type of art, helps in maintaining sanity.
In between crocheting, I have been making felt flowers using felt that I have on hand. Besides these, that are floral shaped, I have made a couple of round flowers.
I think of a field of colorful wildflowers while making these and then my mind drifts to these words-
“…I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.”
-“I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.”