Some people do yoga, some power walk, others do a that crazy hot-pepper- lemon cleanse.
Me… my therapy lately is color. Sure, there are lots of other healthier ways to sooth one’s soul, but color is so tasty and so instant. It makes me smile.
Since then I’ve been spontaneously throwing paint around, coloring my hair and reaching for bright colors in my closet. I’ve been down with a cold the past few days and I’ve been trying to take it easy so I sat myself down and organized my thread… you guessed it, by color.
Thank you Ray for building me the wonderful thread trays.
I visit the paint and garden department at hardware stores just for fun and inspiration. These days I can easily spot places in my life that need color… like my 1970’s old-school beige house telephone. It’s now very blue and much happier.
I’ve been having fun shifting color around the house. I am having fun mixing colorful things.
Maybe I’ve become a color addict but I swear it’s working… I’ve lost 7 pounds, I’m sleeping better and I have fewer aches and pains. I know it’s probably all in my head, but isn’t that where color lives anyway?
Once I finish the inside of the house, I want to paint the lumber rack on Dusty (my truck), I’m considering black & yellow stripes. Don’t tell her, it’s a surprise.