My real life friend and neighbor Shannon just started a quilting blog and one of her posts was about quilts talking to her, telling her where they wanted to live.
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I find that its the fabric that talks to me. I love looking at fat quarters, they are neatly folded and stacked together. Sure the bolts are also neat and stacked, but fat quarters are even better because you can see so many together at once.
I used to think and say that I had an eye for color. Sure my favorite colors (dark blue, maroon and forest green) have been my favorite for over ten years now, but I can put jewelry together well and have always enjoyed picking out beads for a bracelet or necklace.
A few years ago I took a quilt class with my Mom and when we went to pick the fabric I picked a handful of really bright colors. I know my Mom thought I was a little crazy for picking that way, and looking back on it I can understand her feeling that way! The quilt turned out nice, I liked it, but man, it was practically neon it was so bright! Not so great on picking the colors then. (Mom still has that quilt I made, she took it with her to finish because all I had done was the top, I wonder if she ever finished it?)
I still think I have an eye for color, I’m just slightly out of practice. How do you feel about color?
I always feel insecure about picking colours. I am a work in progress that way!
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I always feel insecure about picking colours. I am a work in progress that way!
chelles last blog post..Thankful Thursdays – 1
When I was small, my fondest dream was to own Crayola’s 64-pack (the largest made at the time). Of course, only the small pack was required for school, so the largest I ever had was the 24-pack.
Now I collect color: beads, crayons, colored pencils, markers, pastels, paints. I tell the months and seasons by color: January is the taupes and grays of bare trees, February is the bright, light olive of cypress buds and the dusty dark rose of red maple bloom, etc. Yes, I’m a colorholic.
I think “an eye for color” isn’t just one aptitude, but two, maybe more. I can match colors without carrying samples. (My husband constantly marvels at this.) At the same time, I sometimes think that the ability to closely match color interferes with my ability to create interesting and more subtle colors schemes because I tend to match rather than look for contrast.
I’ve also noticed that, in my love of certain parts of the spectrum, I tend to forget to punch up my schemes with contrasting colors from the part of the spectrum I’m less attracted to.
To combat this, I’ve been trying to learn to borrow color schemes from nature. Often the things that attract me in nature contain those elements that I forget about, so it serves as a useful reminder to include an accent.
Just random thoughts on one of my favorite subjects.
When I was small, my fondest dream was to own Crayola’s 64-pack (the largest made at the time). Of course, only the small pack was required for school, so the largest I ever had was the 24-pack.
Now I collect color: beads, crayons, colored pencils, markers, pastels, paints. I tell the months and seasons by color: January is the taupes and grays of bare trees, February is the bright, light olive of cypress buds and the dusty dark rose of red maple bloom, etc. Yes, I’m a colorholic.
I think “an eye for color” isn’t just one aptitude, but two, maybe more. I can match colors without carrying samples. (My husband constantly marvels at this.) At the same time, I sometimes think that the ability to closely match color interferes with my ability to create interesting and more subtle colors schemes because I tend to match rather than look for contrast.
I’ve also noticed that, in my love of certain parts of the spectrum, I tend to forget to punch up my schemes with contrasting colors from the part of the spectrum I’m less attracted to.
To combat this, I’ve been trying to learn to borrow color schemes from nature. Often the things that attract me in nature contain those elements that I forget about, so it serves as a useful reminder to include an accent.
Just random thoughts on one of my favorite subjects.