I’ve always loved blue, ever since I first learned my colours. It’s such a calming colour, soothing. Unlike the firey colours, the colours of heat, such as red and orange.
I even love the sound of the word; blue. It sounds as if someone is cooing to me, like a pigeon sounds.
My grandad used to keep and race pigeons and I would sit with him and wait for a bird return to the coop. And I would listen to the birds in the coop cooing softly as if the were saying ‘be still.’
I had a favourite blue dress when I was sixteen, I still remember that particular blue, like a field full of cornflowers or bluebells.
My mother collected Wedgwood pottery and that colour blue is beautiful against the white.
Blue is for a boy, or so it is said. My girls I dressed in blue, no pink in my vicinity.😂
So there are my reasons. Memories.
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