I've been indulging depression and fatigue lately. Stupid, but true. While laying on the sofa, watching Sigourney Weaver in Aliens for like the millionth time, I spilled the old-fashioned red pop I was drinking. On my white rug. It took me a minute to get something to clean up the spill, I was so fascinated by the color of the stain.
That spill - and the subsequent mess I made with a towel - got me thinking about red. Nothing like color to snap me out of my ennui. Maybe for spring, I'll use some red in my decor. Nothing pastel about this spring. Only saturated colors for me.