Autumn glows with colour right now. I squint into the low sun on Ella’s walks, hands jammed into pockets, feet kicking up leaves. As well as these lovely autumnal russets, I am currently obsessed – obsessed! – with grey. It’s a good neutral, less stark than black.
I love purple and red. Can’t get enough of them! I have a hard time with navy – my school uniform was navy. Pastels and white do me no favours. I’ve knitted a jumper in lavender, but now can’t stand the colour. I’m thinking of dying the jumper black.
Colours prompt such emotional responses, for reasons we either can or can’t fathom. (I’m hoping Handmade Jane can forgive my love of purple. I know she despises it.) Do you have strong likes and dislikes? Do they change with the seasons? And did school put you off a certain colour for life?