Yellow: The Golden Hue of my Soul


I love yellow! It is honestly one of my favorite colors, as a concept as well as to wear. I once dressed in only yellow for an entire week at work just to see if I could do it and because my spirits needed that tangible, sunshiny lift. I feel like honey or sunshine, warm like sunflower.

The other day, I donned a pretty yellow-gingham dress for a graduation party. As I popped into a store on the way, a woman’s voice called out from a passing car (it took me a minute to realize that she was talking to me) and declared, “You are KILLING IT in that dress! You look so pretty!” I gave her a smile and a thank-you-so-much before continuing into the store. Later that same day, as I left the grad party, one of the senior’s family members asked if I was one of the graduates, and I chuckled.

“I’m one of the former teachers.”

And she proceeded to exclaim her shock and assumption that I was one of the seniors. That was a nice yellow feeling: being mistaken for someone 22 years my junior.

Yellow makes me feel bright and lovely. It makes me feel as though I am walking sunshine and a living encouragement. Yellow makes my skin look golden honey or buttered. As summer gets underway, I want to be that golden yellow of basking in the good. I want to be that glow that welcomes others to rest and peace comfort. I want to be that warm place where others feel safe, that soft light that soothes the spirit.

Dear God,

Please let me be that golden warmth that is suffused with and reflect your heart and love for others. May this be a summer of love indeed. May I raise the spirits of others and make them feel loved and welcomed.

A Year in Color


A friend asked me, “What color is each month?” So I replied:

January is pale, not quite white. Maybe a pale grey. 

February is an icy, snowy blue. It freezes your bones and chatters your teeth. 

March is a budding, washy green. 

April is the bright pink of first tulips and the purple of hyacinths. 

May is yellow, sunshine-bright. 

June is a hazy, feathery blue, with the warmth of summer and the smoke of barbecues setting in. 

July is fluffy color, rosy pink like cotton candy or golden like elephant ears. 

August starts to become bronzey, like late summer heat. 

September is all primary colors with school in full swing. 

October is gold and burnished. 

November is pumpkin orange and the mahogany of a cornucopia. 

December is a deep berry red and warm evergreen glow, reminding us that nature’s springtime glory needs sleep but will be back. Winter will bring its own beauty, and Spring will come again. 

NaBloPoMo Day 12: Shades of Power and Beauty


A friend asked me my favorite colors the other day, for something she is making, and it took me almost a day to answer her, I think. Favoritism in respect to color is hard! Clothingwise, it really depends on the outfit and my mood at times. There are so many shades and so many reasons.

One of my favorite shades is pastel pink. It’s feminine and flirty and fun and it brings out the pink blush in my skin, my husband says. I think it does so in my cheeks. Put a white ribbon/headband in my hair and I feel all sorts of Betty Draper lovely.

I love maroon! It’s deep and rich and regal. It’s not as brazenly bold as red, maybe, nor dark enough to be too formal. But it’s heady wine shade makes me feel womanly, which is a power of its own.

Teal is cool, makes me feel mermaidy and fluid, like I can flow through anything, surmount any obstacle, or keep graceful under any stress. I usually pair it with black to round out the sultry side of the shade.