It’s the Colors . . .


Right now it’s the time of year for big orders from the shops that sell my little fuzzy hats.  After 400 or so of these suckers all told so far, you’d think I would be sick of them.  I still like this design (if I only I could come up with a few more that were as cute and efficient!) but mostly, what keeps me coming back is:



I love picking colors that don’t just go together, they make each other sing.  These remind me of a dusky southwest sunset.  This is what I do when I’m making the hats, I stare at the colors.  Luckily, using recycled materials means there are new colors every time, new ones to find and play with.



As a kid, I would spend hours looking through my mom’s embroidery floss, not really wanting to make anything, just enjoying the colors, they each seemed so vivid and lovely, they lived grouped together in their families in neatly numbered plastic bags.  I remember wishing there was fabric, or something I wanted to use, in all those colors, but not knowing what I would do with it if there was.  I’m still figuring that out . . .