Showing posts with label colour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label colour. Show all posts

Thursday, 16 August 2012

Colour

I don't know about you, but colour and fabric play a big part in my life.  So naturally I was thrilled when I received the latest fabric chart of Robert Kaufman's Kona Cotton Solids.  Who would have imagined that so many colours could be produced just for me to lust after?


There are 243 colours available and I want them all.


Look at these delectable shades.  So many foods included without the guilt of weight gain.



Cool palettes, warm palettes, so many shades to choose from. 

We had a fire alarm in our apartment building yesterday, ordering us to evacuate the premises immediately.  My first instinct was to throw all my fabrics and computer (in that order) over the balcony before leaping after them.  However, sanity prevailed and I followed Mr Fudge as he processed leisurely down the fire stairs, which was just as well, as it was a false alarm. 


When the all clear was given and the fire engine trundled home, I was able to finish off this dress which I had to desert so hastily.  It reminds me that a new season is just around the corner with the promise of Spring blossoms and new life.  And colour.

Friday, 12 March 2010

Colours

I've always been fascinated by colour, so while we were away I took photos of the stunning way Europeans have of putting together such intoxicating colour combinations.























Toilet rolls on display at the Louvre ... classy.






















Ties in Venice - Mr Fudge grabbed the one in the middle before I had time to stop him!

Food always captured our attention.













Macaroons ... mmmmmm ...


















Even this ancient building in the Roman Forum appeared to be decorated with M & Ms.  I know, I know, but it was late in the day and I was becoming really hungry.

Then there's fashion ...











Our son, now in his thirties, has been terrified of clowns ever since he was a little boy.  No, we didn't dress up in clown suits and scare him in the middle of the night (not that we'd admit to it), so we don't know where the phobia came from. 






















This should make his weekend.

Finally, the cars of Paris ...






















Venice on a wet afternoon ...























... and the Georgian doors of Dublin - superb.