There's something very different about my creative space this week. Something strange. Something unusual.
Can you guess what it is?
Yes, that's right ..... it's neutral.
There's nary a colour in sight. Starting on top we have a lovely pumice coloured linen, of the best quality. Then a charcoal Italian wool underneath, followed by a navy blue Italian wool in the same fabric, just a different shade. All sitting on a grey and silver textured upholstery piece.
Neutral. What gives??!
I'm the first to admit that I don't quite know how this happened. There I was, at the Laura Ashley outlet, hungrily pawing my way through thousands of metres of discontinued fabric at THREE DOLLARS A METRE - yes ladies, you heard right - and I came out with neutrals?
No colours? Not one? I must be sick.
(Actually, I am sick, today my throat feels as though it's being lovingly stroked by a chainsaw.)
It's the only thing I can think of that may have thrown me off balance. And it gets worse, too - guess what I'm wearing today. Neutrals. Grey linen pants and a black linen top. I don't even have a coloured necklace on.
It must be time to crawl back under the covers - clearly, something is seriously wrong.