I’ve been thinking lately about inspiration, and color. It’s sometimes hard as a designer because I’m already supposed to be thinking about winter designs. Such is the turn around process for publishing that it takes that long from design to actualization. This can be hard, as the weather is warming right now, the air spring-like.
For instance, I broke out my sandals this evening for a run to pick up what is god-help-me-please the second-to-last piece of furniture we’ll be taking up to our eighth-floor apartment. There’s cherry buds on trees, not yet bloomed. The daffodils are out full force, Bradford pears are on the cusp of blooming, and the tree I’ve always thought of as the tulip tree (I’ll post a picture in a couple of weeks) is also out.
It means I have to be creative when trying to get myself in the mood, and the mindset of winter. I have to think warm things, cool or cold nights, and heavy knitting on my lap. Practically the opposite of what I’m thinking of now.
One of the ways I try to get myself in the mindset is visual images, and color.
Michael was transferring and organizing all the spices this afternoon. He’s taken the week off before his vacation days end, and is taking the opportunity to get most of the packing we haven’t done yet.
I glimpsed a look at the spices he had put out on our (brand-new-to-us!) dish-hutch, and snapped some pictures. I liked them because most of the spices are ones I normally think of as warm – the browns, the reds of curries and nutmeg, turmeric and other things.
These are the perfect things for me to draw me into the thought of winter, combating my growing certainty that it’s spring. Spring spring spring!
On a side note, to prove that i’m right, and it is spring, Michael’s celebration dinner for us moving and settling into this new place was all about light flavors that move us away from winter. We did have beef… you can see it poking out of the soup, but it wasn’t in a beef stock, rather a thinner stock, full of the last of the root vegetables. Our salad was full of spring-ish things too… the mushrooms we’re growing in our closet (courtesy of my future mother-in-law – white buttons and Portobello). There were cranberries, invoking the color we’re seeing in the fours, and lots of other delicious things.
And still, I must try to think, Winter.
