An ode to color .
I am obsessed with the yellow tile in our upstairs bathroom and also the green floral wallpaper in our downstairs bathroom.
And my house is filled with antique red rugs.
We have a blue velvet sofa and a bright orange clock and dining room painted dark blue.
I spent far too much of the kitchen renovation budget on a green gas stove.
All the rooms have linen duvets and sheets- dark moss, mustard, sage and a dusky coral.
Each morning I choose a mug- is today a day for emerald or deep warm brown or red that leans orange? I can't tell you the joy that a dishwasher full of colors brings me.
I fought with Arlo in the dentist waiting room last week- he said the walls were pink. I begged him to see that the mauve leaned more purple.
Every day I wear a giant turquoise ring on my left hand or one hand and a lapis ring on the right.
I love azalea season most of all and the way that in the afternoons the light hits my yard and bounces into my bedroom and turns everything pink.
This summer I ordered myself an aubergine bathing suit and I've become fond of big, brightly colored flatform sandals.
I have a drawer full of bras in various states of disrepair in every shade of the rainbow. And for the last ten years I've been wearing a red, purple and yellow nearly every winter day which I was delighted to discover is the same coat Marilyn wore all six seasons of Northern Exposure.
Colorful underwear. Colorful outerwear. I'm into it all.
I think about color a lot because I love color a lot.
These days I keep coming back to William Eggleston's work and thinking about how I want color to play a bigger role in my photos next year.
Because it seems challenging and I want to get better at my craft.
Because it seems fun and I want to play.
I want to make pictures that celebrate acidy yellows and the softest lavenders.
I want to honor the big, blue sky and the pink that mountains turn before sunset.
I want pictures of tables filled with gorgeous green salads and corn on the cob and berries of every shade.
I want the red number five dripping from faces sticky from popsicles.
I want baby blue nail polish and your favorite lipstick and every flower that Trader Joe's has to offer.