Since I have shared my word for 2015, someone asked me if these yearly words actually are something that I think about or use after I post them each January, so I thought about my word for last year—yellow. Last year I wrote that I would use yellow to add warmth and hope and light to the world whenever I could. Did I?
My friend June and I started exploring digital drawing and I used a lot of yellow in the drawings we made and shared. I especially liked this little tribute to my favorite little yellow bowl. So much so that I reinterpreted it using fabric.
I thought I would like to wear more yellow, but my closet remains notably deficient in yellow.
I did make a large fabric piece with a big yellow moon and reflected moonlight.
But the way I most noticeably brought more yellow into my life was in painting our bedroom a soft, golden yellow. The former owners of our house had painted every room in the house pale blue. The bedroom was a particularly icy shade and the last of the blue to go. It sounds like a small thing to do—simply paint— but at night the lamplight makes the room glow and the morning sun, even the weak winter sun, wraps me in soft, warm light. I swear I sleep better and wake up happier in a yellow room than I did when it was blue.
Morning view from my bed
Yellow was an odd choice for a word to inspire me for a whole year, I know, but I seemed to delight in all the beautiful yellow I found this year, and I'd think, "there it is—my color!" Imagine how delighted I was to find this in Portugal...