I LOVE your blue walls!!! They are so incredibly lovely and lively. How creative you are to come up with the idea to mix your old paints together to make a color that so obviously compliments your life. This leads me to believe even more firmly in the spirits/muses (??? is there a name for these beings!?) that guide us while we're not looking so we come up with something grand in the collaboration. Honestly, I don't know of anything better than to experience that. I'm off to enjoy my own blue walls, painted in a color no longer made called "June Morn". The color shifts with the light, sometimes looking more blue or more grey blue or blue green.
June Morn -- on that sounds like a delicious blue and I love that you have such a space too. Your description of the color shifts with the light totally rings true with me in this first full week with my blue room. Indeed, I'm I'm increasingly entranced. Those spirits and muses or whatever we call them, sure do choose funny ways to communicate sometimes --so unexpected that it can be i hard to actually listen or believe. But oh, the fun of it when we do!
As the color blue represents both the sky and the sea and is associated with open spaces, freedom, intuition, imagination, inspiration, I'm not surprised at your blue adventure as you are all these and more. Thank you once again for reminding us of the adventures we can have if we just got out of our own way.
Getting out of our own way -- isn't that just it? So hard and so rewarding. Just this moment I'm writing from a table I never used to use cuz it was covered with back door detritus -- but then a dragonfly got trapped back in the corner and I had to move the table (first emptying it off). And once it was moved, why not give it a good scrub. And then -- gosh, it's so nice and the light is beautiful so I think I"ll eat dinner here. Hmph -- and maybe drink some morning nettle tea too, and bring my computer-- and here I am on a new adventure by my own back door. Crazy.
So love your posts and you make me smile - love this sharing and the various shared that remind me of the skies on misty, rainy days - trying so hard to be a purely BLUE sky... love the very last drawing!!
So many blues -- and so many reasons to sit naked in front of a blue typewriter while finding out what is in your head. Best when there are no barriers (tee hee!)
She absolutely IS blue. A Blue Heeler for sure. I actually never heard the term Australian Cattle Dog until I'd lived with them for decades (two different ones that is-- Scarface and Sirius--both long lived at 16 and 18 years if not quite forever even as I think Beryl embodies bits of the spirits of both). Of course some are Red too, or blue and red. But Beryl? A blue babe from nose to (very small) tail.
Oh the sheer joy of creating A new color of house paint! This took me back to how I would get the inspiration to do this. Often after looking at all the paint chip under lighting that wasn't your homes. So I would go over to the oops stack off paint cans, find one or two for cheap and store them for that moment of inspiration. Sure enough it often occurred after my first cup of coffee, in my pjs. No time like the present. Into the garage with a 5 gallon bucket and begin pouring out various amounts of paint from my precious stash. Sometimes it would take several adjustments after swatching in the designated room! I loved it when asked what was the name of the color because it was fetching. Reason I came to believe, was that as the lighting level changed, the many colors took their chance to surface. And, gave the walls a depth I didn't see with a out of the can paint. At least I told myself this! All worked well until you ran out if you needed to touch up and had no more. Today saving even a small swatch on something, can be used in remaking with the help of a computer separating the colors so the tech could repeat one's unique color!
You dear woman will never be bored and we who follow you and your weekly adventures, vicariously join you. Thank you for your prose and illustrations. They make my day.
OH my goodness what a fantastic thing to do. "Oops colors!" Next time I'm going to check those out because OH MY what fun. And decisions made in one's PJs are the best. Also the five gallon bucket is a VERY good idea --far more free and thorough than mixing as I did in the roller tray, which led for all that cloudy uneven color on my walls (even though, truth to tell, I"m kind of in love with it a week in....).
Isn't she amazing? I hadn't thought about her in a long time either (also a past obsession) so was delighted when that song popped into my head as I was painting so I have a little Nancy Griffith binge...Astonishing how many of the lyrics came right back to me too. You?
I'm glad you decided to like your blue in the end! It's all so subjective and changeable anyway, isn't it, what with light and proximity of other things... A most enjoyable read, and I hope you're enjoying your new surroundings!
OH gosh Thank you Michi. And yes, I am thoroughly enjoying the little blue room. The light entices me in at all hours (ever changeable as you say, and ever interesting). Such a delightful surprise to be seduced by my house in new ways.
Thinking of language development and how the color blue comes late into them. Red is first - fire- but blue is just there without a word. The sky is; the ocean is. Witness Homer’s “wine-dark sea.” And your blue- looks egg-y to me, is another that simply exists as is.
Eggy -- yes! There is a distinct Robin's Egg feeling to the blue. Thanks for that. Also for thoughts about not even needing words for it--so changeable and varied and so present that it really is best described by other more tangible (or less ephemeral) things, like wine. Lovely.
You are probably right about that. To do this on purpose -- to create either the color or the clouds--is impossible. Indeed it was -- even from wall to wall for I was not so organized as to mix it all at once, but rather batch by batch in the paint roller tray. The wonder, indeed, is that some of the walls actually do vaguely relate to one another!
All those blues!!
I LOVE your blue walls!!! They are so incredibly lovely and lively. How creative you are to come up with the idea to mix your old paints together to make a color that so obviously compliments your life. This leads me to believe even more firmly in the spirits/muses (??? is there a name for these beings!?) that guide us while we're not looking so we come up with something grand in the collaboration. Honestly, I don't know of anything better than to experience that. I'm off to enjoy my own blue walls, painted in a color no longer made called "June Morn". The color shifts with the light, sometimes looking more blue or more grey blue or blue green.
June Morn -- on that sounds like a delicious blue and I love that you have such a space too. Your description of the color shifts with the light totally rings true with me in this first full week with my blue room. Indeed, I'm I'm increasingly entranced. Those spirits and muses or whatever we call them, sure do choose funny ways to communicate sometimes --so unexpected that it can be i hard to actually listen or believe. But oh, the fun of it when we do!
I love reading your whimsical wandering words!
Blue. Gosh.
It seems so simple, but, wow, it can really take a person somewhere.
As you demonstrate.
Thanks for letting us follow along ❤️.
And thanks for being here dear Sally K. Who knows where it all is headed, but to follow the joy into the blue in such company is the best.
“code-switching blue” is my favorite blue!
And gosh, their many moods (at least in this past week), are astonishing. So versatile.
1000%!
I love that color blue! I really enjoy your life stories as told in your drawings and especially that the dog is so much a part of the action!
Gosh thanks Emily. So happy you're here and enjoying it all. Beryl is too (or so I think).
As the color blue represents both the sky and the sea and is associated with open spaces, freedom, intuition, imagination, inspiration, I'm not surprised at your blue adventure as you are all these and more. Thank you once again for reminding us of the adventures we can have if we just got out of our own way.
Getting out of our own way -- isn't that just it? So hard and so rewarding. Just this moment I'm writing from a table I never used to use cuz it was covered with back door detritus -- but then a dragonfly got trapped back in the corner and I had to move the table (first emptying it off). And once it was moved, why not give it a good scrub. And then -- gosh, it's so nice and the light is beautiful so I think I"ll eat dinner here. Hmph -- and maybe drink some morning nettle tea too, and bring my computer-- and here I am on a new adventure by my own back door. Crazy.
Love every blue…well almost every blue. Blue is a happy color…sky, ocean…happy, hopeful color
It is indeed. Full of possibility.
So love your posts and you make me smile - love this sharing and the various shared that remind me of the skies on misty, rainy days - trying so hard to be a purely BLUE sky... love the very last drawing!!
So many blues -- and so many reasons to sit naked in front of a blue typewriter while finding out what is in your head. Best when there are no barriers (tee hee!)
There are very few instances where blue is not good.
Technically, isn't Beryl blue?
She absolutely IS blue. A Blue Heeler for sure. I actually never heard the term Australian Cattle Dog until I'd lived with them for decades (two different ones that is-- Scarface and Sirius--both long lived at 16 and 18 years if not quite forever even as I think Beryl embodies bits of the spirits of both). Of course some are Red too, or blue and red. But Beryl? A blue babe from nose to (very small) tail.
Oh the sheer joy of creating A new color of house paint! This took me back to how I would get the inspiration to do this. Often after looking at all the paint chip under lighting that wasn't your homes. So I would go over to the oops stack off paint cans, find one or two for cheap and store them for that moment of inspiration. Sure enough it often occurred after my first cup of coffee, in my pjs. No time like the present. Into the garage with a 5 gallon bucket and begin pouring out various amounts of paint from my precious stash. Sometimes it would take several adjustments after swatching in the designated room! I loved it when asked what was the name of the color because it was fetching. Reason I came to believe, was that as the lighting level changed, the many colors took their chance to surface. And, gave the walls a depth I didn't see with a out of the can paint. At least I told myself this! All worked well until you ran out if you needed to touch up and had no more. Today saving even a small swatch on something, can be used in remaking with the help of a computer separating the colors so the tech could repeat one's unique color!
You dear woman will never be bored and we who follow you and your weekly adventures, vicariously join you. Thank you for your prose and illustrations. They make my day.
OH my goodness what a fantastic thing to do. "Oops colors!" Next time I'm going to check those out because OH MY what fun. And decisions made in one's PJs are the best. Also the five gallon bucket is a VERY good idea --far more free and thorough than mixing as I did in the roller tray, which led for all that cloudy uneven color on my walls (even though, truth to tell, I"m kind of in love with it a week in....).
Thank you so much for this! So poetic. And thanks for reminding me of my past obsession with the music of Nancy Griffith
Isn't she amazing? I hadn't thought about her in a long time either (also a past obsession) so was delighted when that song popped into my head as I was painting so I have a little Nancy Griffith binge...Astonishing how many of the lyrics came right back to me too. You?
I'm glad you decided to like your blue in the end! It's all so subjective and changeable anyway, isn't it, what with light and proximity of other things... A most enjoyable read, and I hope you're enjoying your new surroundings!
OH gosh Thank you Michi. And yes, I am thoroughly enjoying the little blue room. The light entices me in at all hours (ever changeable as you say, and ever interesting). Such a delightful surprise to be seduced by my house in new ways.
Ahhhhhhhh.... I so love my little adventures in Palouse by the Sea.
And Oh, I'm so glad you are too!
Thinking of language development and how the color blue comes late into them. Red is first - fire- but blue is just there without a word. The sky is; the ocean is. Witness Homer’s “wine-dark sea.” And your blue- looks egg-y to me, is another that simply exists as is.
Eggy -- yes! There is a distinct Robin's Egg feeling to the blue. Thanks for that. Also for thoughts about not even needing words for it--so changeable and varied and so present that it really is best described by other more tangible (or less ephemeral) things, like wine. Lovely.
I bet, that if you tried to make that hazy cloudy blue you would not be able to. What a serendipitous accident Yippee!
You are probably right about that. To do this on purpose -- to create either the color or the clouds--is impossible. Indeed it was -- even from wall to wall for I was not so organized as to mix it all at once, but rather batch by batch in the paint roller tray. The wonder, indeed, is that some of the walls actually do vaguely relate to one another!
This made mores sense than anything I’ve read in a while. My room is a sort of orange pink rose-ish.
Orange pink rosish! Oh yum.