I’m staring at the twelve monthly calendars I pinned onto my inspiration board in my home office, and I admiring the colorful artwork in all of it’s glory. “I’m such a funny creature” passes through my inner monologue when I sit in a moment’s retrospect. For some reason my memory takes me back to many years of where black, white, and gray were all you could find in my wardrobe … in my furniture … even in my dishes – any hint of color was forbidden in my daily routine. And, look at me now … a thirty-something that just a few years ago allowed my world to be invaded by color, even if in sudden hints of color-pop, and I am forever a different person. In fact, if ever you were to ask me now what my favorite color is you may be surprised to know it no longer…
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