That dances as often as dance it can,
Hanging so light, and hanging so high,
On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.” Samuel Coleridge
Now as drama la la as that may sound, at its roots it was true. I have always been drawn to these two colours. They influence how I feel or are an outlet, an expression of how I am feeling.
It is fascinating, their interchangeability by our eye, that if you stare long enough at a red dot, when you close your eyes you see a green one and visa versa.
'Good lord, how cheery everyone is this morning' I thought happily to myself.
Red catches the eye, it makes you visible and, you know, if you are of an energetic frame of mind that morning and not recovering from one too many glasses of wine the night before (as I was not) then it is a wonderful thing. I had so many lovely natters this morning.
Home again, home again, jiggedy jig.
All my Christmas plates and candle sticks, a box of Panetone. I can't help myself. With another shot of red, I am feeling all Christmassy and a little excitable!
I like a little Scandic influence in my home, perhaps from the years I spent living in Norway as a young teenager.
And I think the Norsemen know a thing or two about the transforming powers of 'red' when the sun disappears and all about you lies bare and grey.
Just that spark of eye catching colour makes all around seem more. It lifts white, makes aqua seem rich and warms yellow.
My life is full of this evocative colour....Nigella would understand.