I found these flowers in the school yard, and by found I mean stole. I mean foraged. I mean stole. The camellia was irresistible, like a bright pink fairy tutu full of tiny cheerful yellow people. Tiny cheerful yellow people all waving at me to come over and say hello and take them home. Who else would appreciate them quite as obsessively as I? I made sure to pick a bloom hidden underneath the foliage so that I would ruin no-one's viewing pleasure and only enhance my own, because I'm really rather super like that.
I don't know what the little pink florets are, because I'm really rather stupid like that, but oh, the sweet sweetness of them. Teeny tiny little bundles of pale pink perfection. Say that twenty times while dancing the macarena on the head of a violently spinning pin BET YOU CAN'T. The point being ... did I have a point?
Every time I see something as beautiful as the camellia, I get a sudden urge to make something using those exact colours. Like that top picture, can you imagine? Pinks and reds and yellow and greens and grays and blues. I get sudden urges to make a mosaic (?!) or embroider a cushion (?!!) or hand sew a quilt (?!!!) or sell all my worldly goods and live as a nun devoted to the worship of the goddess of beautiful colours. Usually I just pull out a ball of yarn and whip up a granny square instead, but I think I need a project book to contain the threads of half-assed ideas that can be collected one day and woven into something other than a handful of vaguely remembered wishes. That's an excellent idea. Thank you, you're welcome.
And now I must get some sleep so my poor wee under-rested brain can get a bit of housework done. Did you know I can locate and label the bits that make up the basal ganglia on medial, coronal and horizontal views of the human brain, which knowledge is as useless to me as it is satisfying. I was going to say lateral too, but it's located medially so that would only prove my utter incompetence, and oh how we'd lol.