Have you let magenta into YOUR life?
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brightbluegirlJewel bright colours. Brightly dark. Darkly bright. Power colours.
sunflower yellow
royal purple
royal blue
magenta
emerald green
The kind of colours that make you breathe deeper, that you can't wait to taste. The kind of colours that are more inviting than god.
THOSE are colours.
Just a thought I had the other day. About the fact that I love strong colours, and our kitchen is sunflower yellow, the hallway royal purple, the living room royal blue (colourwashed over lighter blue), the bedroom shades of green (like a forest, but definitely still green).
I remember the day I found magenta. It wasn't that long ago, maybe a couple of years ago. As a child, the magenta crayon was always one of the first to wear down to a nub, but somehow, over the years, I forgot about magenta. Poor magenta, out of the cold.
Then, a couple of years ago I was roaming the art store, and I saw this glorious colour. Oooohh, the colour. So I bought a tube. And immediately ran home and painted with it. I didn't DO anything with the paint - I just spread it all over a canvas, and then started painting over it in parts. I never finished the painting, though. I don't think I have created one complete painting with magenta as a primary part in it yet.
But at least magenta and I are together again.
Last night I made cookies. We even went to the store and got fructose to use instead of sugar. I made vegan spicy oatmeal raisin cookies.
They had cardamom, and cumin, and cinnamon, and nutmeg, and ginger, and pepper, and cayenne in them!
Only a man who truly loves me would sit at the table and peel cardamom pods so he could get enough cardamom to grind in the coffee grinder (which has never been touched by coffee - ah the bliss of living in a coffee-free household) so I could make cookies.
They're nicely tasty, I enjoyed them, but they're a bit higher in calorie than I would like. One cookie is 126 calories. I had one, but Andrew is under strict instructions to eat them. He's doing a good job - last night he had about 10 of them, I think.
That's my boy!
It's a good way to make sure he doesn't lose weight, too. He eats too much of what I do, and he's already a skinny git. I don't want him to inadvertantly lose weight and get *too* skinny.
I got an email from my father, that was very supportive, and here is one direct quote from it:
"As far as who pays what, maybe once you figure out what you want then we can all figure out what we can help with. I would never want you to pay for everything because that would be a shitty way to start off being married."
That's more than I ever expected.
I've had a history of having difficult times getting support from my father. Well, even that isn't true. My father is supportive in very specific ways.
I recall my mother walking away from me, during a time when we weren't talking. She turned her back and acted like I didn't exist. My father grabbed me, hugged me, and said "I love you, Lisa". He's always been very supportive of my tattoos and piercings, and has even said that he loves me including them. He really liked Aaron, and enjoyed talking to him. He hasn't spent a lot of time with Andrew, but he's supportive of me being with Andrew. And now this support, which has included saying things like "Do what you want, not what others want" and giving alternative suggestions "Can you find a cozy health food restaurant? Someone else's house? A cabin?" and etc.
The big thing is that in a lot of ways I can't get support from him in specific emotional ways. Something's got me down, and he says "it's all in your head", and things like that.
He tries, though. He definitely does. And he's a lot more accepting than other people's parents, or even the other half of MY parents.
That email made me feel really good.
sunflower yellow
royal purple
royal blue
magenta
emerald green
The kind of colours that make you breathe deeper, that you can't wait to taste. The kind of colours that are more inviting than god.
THOSE are colours.
Just a thought I had the other day. About the fact that I love strong colours, and our kitchen is sunflower yellow, the hallway royal purple, the living room royal blue (colourwashed over lighter blue), the bedroom shades of green (like a forest, but definitely still green).
I remember the day I found magenta. It wasn't that long ago, maybe a couple of years ago. As a child, the magenta crayon was always one of the first to wear down to a nub, but somehow, over the years, I forgot about magenta. Poor magenta, out of the cold.
Then, a couple of years ago I was roaming the art store, and I saw this glorious colour. Oooohh, the colour. So I bought a tube. And immediately ran home and painted with it. I didn't DO anything with the paint - I just spread it all over a canvas, and then started painting over it in parts. I never finished the painting, though. I don't think I have created one complete painting with magenta as a primary part in it yet.
But at least magenta and I are together again.
Last night I made cookies. We even went to the store and got fructose to use instead of sugar. I made vegan spicy oatmeal raisin cookies.
They had cardamom, and cumin, and cinnamon, and nutmeg, and ginger, and pepper, and cayenne in them!
Only a man who truly loves me would sit at the table and peel cardamom pods so he could get enough cardamom to grind in the coffee grinder (which has never been touched by coffee - ah the bliss of living in a coffee-free household) so I could make cookies.
They're nicely tasty, I enjoyed them, but they're a bit higher in calorie than I would like. One cookie is 126 calories. I had one, but Andrew is under strict instructions to eat them. He's doing a good job - last night he had about 10 of them, I think.
That's my boy!
It's a good way to make sure he doesn't lose weight, too. He eats too much of what I do, and he's already a skinny git. I don't want him to inadvertantly lose weight and get *too* skinny.
I got an email from my father, that was very supportive, and here is one direct quote from it:
"As far as who pays what, maybe once you figure out what you want then we can all figure out what we can help with. I would never want you to pay for everything because that would be a shitty way to start off being married."
That's more than I ever expected.
I've had a history of having difficult times getting support from my father. Well, even that isn't true. My father is supportive in very specific ways.
I recall my mother walking away from me, during a time when we weren't talking. She turned her back and acted like I didn't exist. My father grabbed me, hugged me, and said "I love you, Lisa". He's always been very supportive of my tattoos and piercings, and has even said that he loves me including them. He really liked Aaron, and enjoyed talking to him. He hasn't spent a lot of time with Andrew, but he's supportive of me being with Andrew. And now this support, which has included saying things like "Do what you want, not what others want" and giving alternative suggestions "Can you find a cozy health food restaurant? Someone else's house? A cabin?" and etc.
The big thing is that in a lot of ways I can't get support from him in specific emotional ways. Something's got me down, and he says "it's all in your head", and things like that.
He tries, though. He definitely does. And he's a lot more accepting than other people's parents, or even the other half of MY parents.
That email made me feel really good.
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Date: 2003-11-07 04:07 pm (UTC)What you want, by the way, is a copy of Ken Nordine's album "Colors".
My fave track is "Green": "Yellow and Blue were talking... not that they WOULD, but IF they wanted to... they could make their OWN Green."
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Date: 2003-11-10 10:09 pm (UTC)I've been really enjoying those books you got me. I love her ideas, and the richness of her work. The layers...
I had a dream you were in the other day. I don't remember much, but we were drawing comfort from each other's physical proximity. It was nice, since I know that whether or not our auras are at odds seems to depend on the whims of the fates. I woke up thinking of you, at any rate.