This morning as I was having my morning cup of joe and was surfing around all my favorite haunts, one of which is Etsy, I ran across this beautiful custom necklace. Several things about it caught my attention; it's unique, it's chunky, it's handmade, and it's purple. I love purple. I always have. When I was in eighth grade, I went through what I call my Purple Period. I painted my room Lilac, my favorite outfit was a purple crushed-velvet miniskirt with matching vest, and all my cheap costume jewelry had something amethyst on it somewhere. This got me thinking. Since I dearly love purple and all the shades and tones it owns, why do I not have a dang speck of it anywhere in my house? This is really just wrong I think. Is it because somewhere I was told it was "out", or that I wasn't seeing it displayed in any of my friends homes, or in my favorites blogs and magazines? It was like a personal awakening. Why would I forsake a color that I obviously loved freely back in the day before I was initiated into the world of Dictated Taste. Hmmmm, now I feel like some kind of color sheep; someone who may be thinking too much about taste, or fashion, and not enough about what moves me as far as decoration and design are concerned. I realize that purple, aubergine, whatever name or shade you like to call it, is somewhat, for some tastemakers, now back in vogue. So I should jump on the bandwagon, right? Well, yes and no. I think I will posthaste get me something beautiful and purple-ish and put it somewhere in my home where it can bring me happiness every day. But when the Color Police say it should be banished in a few months or a year, I think I will be brave enough now to keep it in my life anyway. I'm on the hunt now for that beautiful thing which is purple to adopt and love forever. I'll keep you posted.
(Here is the link to the lovely necklace.)