I used to have these bright yellow drapes in my old house and they were so tiring on the eyes. They were lined with an oatmeal colored muslin fabric, so I turned the screaming yellow part to the outside and the oatmeal muslin to face the inside of the room. That was much better and much more calming. Phew, I can't stand color in the house, color means life and scrambling, scrambling for something. There's too much color and drama at work that when I come home, I don't need anymore. Over the years I have made a lot of colorful patchwork quilts and they adorn my bed, not the colorful part but the muslin backing. Again, I can't stand the colorful part, I don't know why I even bother to make such colorful patchwork quilts, I could just put two pieces of oatmeal colored muslin fabric together. Well, I just need to know that I can do patchwork quilting.
But..... when I travel, I gravitate towards color, the more colorful the better. I love colorful vignettes, old and stripping paint, colorful and testifying to the test of time. There can't be enough color out there in the world. This is a great paradox in my life. For this posting I searched for the most colorful pictures in my stock and even so they are not colorful enough.
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