Spring has Sprung!
At last, a sunny weekend brought the apple tree into full bloom and I hung the washing outside to dry for the first time this year. Always a pleasing thing to do, the fresh air makes such a difference and leaves the bedding feeling so much sweeter.
It’s still quite cool when the sun goes in, but I managed a few minutes in the garden when I took my tea out there yesterday afternoon. We need to spend quite some time out there tidying up though!
I remembered to take my camera out there too this time, feeling pleased that I’d caught the apple blossom at just the right time.
I cut a bit to bring inside to put on the coffee table, though it won’t last long I imagine. It’s my favourite colour combination as you may have guessed (or knew) already, and talking about colour theory with my colleague and her students the other evening, we both admitted, we are colour junkies.
I choose colours quite consciously as a rule and one thing that gets to me most mornings is the orange changing room at the swimming pool! Everything is orange - maybe an indicator of when it was built? Perhaps it’s a bit of clever psychology to make sure people don’t hang around there too long, but keep moving? Anyway, as I put down my things, maybe taking a photo for my journal, that orange background usually makes me wince a bit.
Of course, I expect you’ve already noticed the colour of my things?
This morning, I was particularly amused by this, so put my swimsuit and goggles onto my towel to take a few photos to share here, minus the orange! My current swimsuit is lime green and black - having replaced the same one in pink and black a few months ago. I always buy the same goggles, choosing pink rather than the blue alternative and was rather pleased to find that the headset I use for my music is lime green and black (no colour choice there, but just a happy accident!)
What amused me especially this morning was gathering my things to put them into my bag and seeing the hairbrush and that little plastic box there all together. The plastic box contained a little stationery kit (there’s a clue on the lid!), but when I was given a gorgeous solid shampoo bar in my stocking this year, I needed a small box in which to put it. Out went the mini stapler and paper clips, I drilled a few holes in the bottom of the box and it now contains my shampoo. Perfect. The colour of the design? A coincidence I think!
It was my purse and my mask that put the tin lid on it though.
Or was it that I was wearing a lime green sweatshirt? (and black trousers)
Surely it’s not just me who finds these little things amusing? Small pleasures, eh?
