Colourful fun/remix remix remix
I have my remix assignment. I am very carefully not panicking. I *think* I may be able to do it in the (ohgodohgodohgod) two weeks available to me.
Dear remixer: as you'll have noted, I'm panicking about my remix this year. Please be calmer than me. There's no dear remixer letter apart from this, because all it says is 'have fun, and I'm looking forward to reading it'.
I wanted to play with the colour meme on my looooong dull travel time today - and then Kazzy_cee gave me orange, which is *cruel*. But I persevere.
1. Orange makes me think of Starbucks colour schemes and I don’t care if they are globally corporate, they also give me free wifi and have some decent options if you’re not a coffee drinker (which the more authentically Italian ones, quite authentically, don’t do properly).
2. My favourite card, as given to at least three friends, is a gorgeous Dutch still life of oranges and lemons in a blue/white china bowl. Happy and peaceful, and has been sent to a birth, a marriage and a funeral - it's one of those pictures that just makes life feel a bit better.
3. I own quite a bit of orange clothing, slightly strangely for a mousy blonde. It mainly goes in layers under plain tops. But I also own some orange cords, which I was wearing when I last had my heart broken and have for some reason not parted with since.
4. My favourite new top is an H&M summery flouncy thing which has scatters of orange, yellow, green and purple flowers on a pale ground. It’s made of recycled polyester which feels amazingly nice. I still needed a friend to talk me into buying it.
5. I have just one proper Le Creuset pot, inherited from my granny, and it’s in the proper volcanic orange colour. I love it dearly, though not just for the colour.
6. Orange or more formally marmalade is the colour of the slutty cat that lives in my street and which sprawls all over the pavement or garden walls demanding *worship*. She receives quite a lot.
7. Orange marmalade is almost my least favourite thing to put on toast, which is unEnglish and I blame on my mum. She’s not a natural jam-maker by any means and doesn’t try to make other types but every few years used to cook up a massive batch of very dark brown chunky bitter marmalade. Blech.
8. Commercially, orange means Orange phones (dire, dire reception at my work so we all hate colleagues who have Orange contracts), and EasyJet, with whom I have never flown because planes are EVIL. But I am getting on a non-orange plane this summer... ack.
9. Orange is the spine colour for old Penguin books (eee! Penguins), and I have some: PG Wodehouse, and a copy of JB Priestley’s English Journey which I borrowed from my aunt’s housemate seven years ago and must, must return. Aunt’s housemate’s sister, weirdly, was on my train this morning. We met once, last year, and it took me ages to click why she looked so familiar - in the end it was the Issy Miyake she was wearing, as when we first met, that did it. Not orange though. And I didn’t speak to her because - what is there to say apart from ‘that’s why you look familiar’. I am so bloody English sometimes. But then aunt’s flatmate is a blight on her life so... yeah.
10. Orange is the brand colour of the Kro Bar Piccadilly where I’ve just met up with one of my oldest friends who has been in Nigeria for a year - first time I’ve seen her since January 09. Three hours of nattering not enough, but considering work paid for me to come up it was a total bonus to get to see C.
Want to meme? I’ll give you a colour if you like...
Dear remixer: as you'll have noted, I'm panicking about my remix this year. Please be calmer than me. There's no dear remixer letter apart from this, because all it says is 'have fun, and I'm looking forward to reading it'.
I wanted to play with the colour meme on my looooong dull travel time today - and then Kazzy_cee gave me orange, which is *cruel*. But I persevere.
1. Orange makes me think of Starbucks colour schemes and I don’t care if they are globally corporate, they also give me free wifi and have some decent options if you’re not a coffee drinker (which the more authentically Italian ones, quite authentically, don’t do properly).
2. My favourite card, as given to at least three friends, is a gorgeous Dutch still life of oranges and lemons in a blue/white china bowl. Happy and peaceful, and has been sent to a birth, a marriage and a funeral - it's one of those pictures that just makes life feel a bit better.
3. I own quite a bit of orange clothing, slightly strangely for a mousy blonde. It mainly goes in layers under plain tops. But I also own some orange cords, which I was wearing when I last had my heart broken and have for some reason not parted with since.
4. My favourite new top is an H&M summery flouncy thing which has scatters of orange, yellow, green and purple flowers on a pale ground. It’s made of recycled polyester which feels amazingly nice. I still needed a friend to talk me into buying it.
5. I have just one proper Le Creuset pot, inherited from my granny, and it’s in the proper volcanic orange colour. I love it dearly, though not just for the colour.
6. Orange or more formally marmalade is the colour of the slutty cat that lives in my street and which sprawls all over the pavement or garden walls demanding *worship*. She receives quite a lot.
7. Orange marmalade is almost my least favourite thing to put on toast, which is unEnglish and I blame on my mum. She’s not a natural jam-maker by any means and doesn’t try to make other types but every few years used to cook up a massive batch of very dark brown chunky bitter marmalade. Blech.
8. Commercially, orange means Orange phones (dire, dire reception at my work so we all hate colleagues who have Orange contracts), and EasyJet, with whom I have never flown because planes are EVIL. But I am getting on a non-orange plane this summer... ack.
9. Orange is the spine colour for old Penguin books (eee! Penguins), and I have some: PG Wodehouse, and a copy of JB Priestley’s English Journey which I borrowed from my aunt’s housemate seven years ago and must, must return. Aunt’s housemate’s sister, weirdly, was on my train this morning. We met once, last year, and it took me ages to click why she looked so familiar - in the end it was the Issy Miyake she was wearing, as when we first met, that did it. Not orange though. And I didn’t speak to her because - what is there to say apart from ‘that’s why you look familiar’. I am so bloody English sometimes. But then aunt’s flatmate is a blight on her life so... yeah.
10. Orange is the brand colour of the Kro Bar Piccadilly where I’ve just met up with one of my oldest friends who has been in Nigeria for a year - first time I’ve seen her since January 09. Three hours of nattering not enough, but considering work paid for me to come up it was a total bonus to get to see C.
Want to meme? I’ll give you a colour if you like...