Colour My World

Colour is one of my greatest joys - so much so that I elevate its importance by employing the British spelling. I look at paint chips when I'm feeling blue and virtually always turn sunny. I see hairs of difference in colour, even at a distance, and I often get flashes of colours out of nowhere. I view all of this as a great gift, though, sometimes choosing between an excess of beauty does have its challenges.

I often get asked about "bad" colours. There is no such thing as a bad colour, only a colour in a bad place.