A jackrabbit.
And some Indian Paintbrush.
And they both wear so musically, so beautifully, so minimally, so majestically, so bright and shining and luminous and lustrous and silken-cord-with-bright-red-coral and velvety and smudge of gold and pinpricks of light nearly shooting through sterling and jingle and jangle and resonating like violins or cellos with womanly curves….night sky under yellow moon and the quiver of wind on water and new unfurling leaves and a locket with a secret worn close to the heart and a window with a view and an old fence hammered together with a few pieces of lumber and some crooked nails and the thump of a rabbit foot and the flaming red of the paintbrush and the low, wet smell of sage in the rain and the coming solo summer and her green grass and quiet nights and the rose garden and the grass at my knees and the coyote on the ridge and those lonesome drops of dew settling at the corners of my heart and the rising sun and those mellow moods and warm rock and wildflowers and everything in between.
And everything in between.
Often times, I want to whisk you up into what these pieces mean to me, fold my wings and slip my feet down onto the solid ground and whirl you around the countryside of my heart and soul like a
tender tornado so you can see what the hills look like
from where I stand and feel. So you can fully know what was poured into these small vessels. So you’ll always know exactly what I’ve given you to carry.
Things would be heavy if you weren’t sharing in the load.
Sweet dreams,
PLUME
:::Post Script:::
I really do tremendously adore
having an imperfect little 102 year old house
that creaks and groans in the evening hours.
This weekend I think I’m going to convince RW
to paint the bedroom avec moi. Finally. I’ve
selected what I think will be a lovely hue to wake
up to: hawthorne yellow.
It’s cheery but not overbearing and best of all
I imagine it will look beautiful against
our crisp white moldings and the blue grey of the
living room. It’s funny to think I’ve lived with mustard
yellow sponge painted bedroom walls for nearly two years. I suppose the spaces we congregate in with friends and family seemed more important during the renovation process…let me know, what’s the last thing you painted and did the end result make you happy?
::The Other Post Script::
1. Long blond hair.
2. Stronger eyebrows.
3. Those lemon squares.
4. Light blue lace.
5. I need to go to sleep but I’m so impatient for tomorrow to arrive I don’t want to go to bed.
So creative & gifted you are! I adore these pieces. I love their very unique, vintage-y feeling to them. Classy. You know what women like!
XOXO
My heart pounds for these pieces.
The bedroom in my house is a light butter-yellow. It sold me on renting this house and I love waking up to it every morning! It has made yellow my favorite color! I hope you love it too!
Love the rabbit…and your inspiring blog!
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Love the rabbit…and your inspiring blog!
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Love the rabbit…and your inspiring blog!
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Abigail: Thanks for swinging by, lady friend! And I certainly know what I like, I'm lucky that other women share my taste:)
xx
Emmy: If it leaps out of your chest, I'll catch it. I promise:) AND I'm so glad to hear that someone else has a yellowy wake up every morning!
Apples: The jackrabbit loves you back. Thanks for being part of this space!
lovely hawthorne yellow was in our youngest son's nursery – very soothing and happy, a tawny dandelion, a great indoor pick-me-up color for those gray days outside. enjoy!
i recently painted my studio the deepest, darkest shade of eggplant purple i've ever seen. now the room welcomes and envelops me when i walk in, instead of just looking at me funny. i'm pretty much in love with it!
those pieces are soul.
the last thing I painted was the portable walls of my senior show…an installation. I created a room in the middle of the gallery, painted a deep ash brown. inside were 2 televisions playing haunting black and white videos…one of horses and one of humans. they spoke of loss and heartache and peace. a long rope of handspun horse hair piled in one corner and a few handfuls of rich earth in another. the roof – rough wood laid over the top. the color of paint ended up being just rustic enough, just soothing enough, just neutral enough. I wish I remembered what it was called. More things should be painted that color.
oh, oh, OH!!! Swoon!!!
Last room I painted was my bedroom in a not-quite-pink-not-quite-beige-not-quite-lavender color called Sugar Berry (Behr paint). Romantic and lovely, it changes from one shade to the other as the light moves across it through the day. My kitchen is painted cake-batter yellow and my living room is light cocoa.
Darling ones,
Thank you thank you for these lovely comments and for your general sensibility when it comes to
chroma-everything.
xx
I have been living with a yellow sponged with pink bathroom for 4 years. It is hideous but things have gotten in the way of renovating so I am blind to it now. This summer is the time to vanish it forever. The question is… what goes with YELLOW tiles? :S
Ah HA!
We are in the same boat, little snail.
🙂