Saturday, February 27, 2010


Brass. Gold. Copper.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Turmeric and Ginger.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

How do I describe yellow. It's so hard with out referencing objects that are yellow, like saffron or ocher. I can say bright and perky, but sometimes yellow means different things to different people. To me yellow is comforting to me, but may be agitating to some, used in traffic signs to draw ones attention. I don't know how to articulate color with out experiencing.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

I wore a yellow feather in my hair next to a black feather with yellow polka dots. I don't know what bird has black feathers, but I'd like to meet one. Almost as much as I'd like to meet a silky chicken.
My bedspread.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

There was a wave of green today, it swept through my kitchen, obscuring my yellowish wood floor.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Pale Yellow

Pale yellow scratching at my ear,
Pale yellow touching to my rear

Forever tangled, forever mustard,
Forever my first word's beer,
Forever yellow, wonder if I'll muster
Anything other than fear

Pale yellow, wanting something clear,
Pale yellow, daunting task cannot be that near

Forever leering, forever dashing,
Forever looking to peers,
Forever hollow, that's worse than yellow,
Piss is the color of tears,
This is the color of tears

Running scared,
Running scared

Pale yellow holding on,
Brace myself to stand,
Tell myself it is okay,
Taking my own hand

Forever peering into the water,
Returning back to the sea,
Under the sea foam,
Where I have come from,
Breathing freely

Forever yellow, forever yellow.
- "Pale Yellow" - The Ditty Bops

I always liked this song, folky with a western twang, tight harmonies with a playful style. I never really thought about what it was saying.

I haven't seen the sun yet today.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

The Problem with Tights

Don't get me wrong, I love tights, in fact most of my clothing budget recently has gone towards expensive tights. If they have an intricate pattern or a vibrant color they call my name, until i can't ignore them any longer and I have to buy them. I don't wear tights often, even though I have quite a collection. This is because they are too wonderful, but terrible at the same time, no matter how "high quality" they are they always get runs, in fact I think the more I spend on tights the chances of getting runs increases with every dollar I spend. You'd think I have learned my lesson and stop buying tights, or maybe I would embrace the runs and go for a more grunge look, but I get this terrible anxiety that the run will grow and grow throughout the day, and I can't bare to wear them anymore, but I couldn't possibly throw them out.

I thought today would be different, the sun was beaming down, beckoning me to wear a skirt with bright yellow tights. I thought today was the day, It would be a good day, and yes it started off that way, but went sour. After a tasty lunch with some good company I thought I would get some work done in the studio. It felt like a thousand degrees up there, my tights were sticking to me, holding in all my sweat, it was stifling, what should have taken an hour took at least two and felt like five. The walk home was amazing, it was cool breezy, every thing the studio was not, that is until I stepped in the puddle, that seeped up my tights, I hurried home to just wanting to relax and wash my tainted tights. When I finally got home I saw a little yellow thread peaking out my tights. I thought I could trim in down so it wouldn't be noticeable, no sooner than I snipped a gapping hole had formed, slowly expanding.. like a black hole, but fleshy color and not black. People say to use nail polish, but I have yet to experience success with this or any other method.

So why is it that I still insist on buying tights? I honestly don't know, but there is nothing better than a new pair of tights the feeling, the patterns, the colors, its bliss. The few run free moments are almost worth the obscene amount I will pay.

Saturday, February 20, 2010


The tan curtains that hang in my living room were not made for these windows, they hang to long and don't span the width of the window. But in the afternoon they diffuse the light to this pale yellow, its warmth is there but the color is hardly visible.

Friday, February 19, 2010


For my next blogging project I have chosen to follow yellow. There is something comforting to me about yellow, all shades and saturation. In my unadventurous wardrobe yellow is my go to color for breaking the monontony of greys, blacks, and browns. Yellow is familiar but also exciting, the deep mustard yellow of my scarf evokes a much different feeling then the artificial sunny yellow of my old plastic embroidery hoop, throughout the month I will explore the differences in the yellows that surround me.

(Yellow and Gold, Mark Rothko)