We treat them like they’re enemies who we force together once a year for the holidays but actually they long for each other constantly. The thrill they feel when they lock eyes across the color wheel both dreaming of a life together. How they’d promise to love each other from their shades to their hues and hell sometimes they might quarrel but every marriage has its road bumps and they can always rely on a diplomatic pink or a delicate yellow to mediate. But no it cannot be because we live under the dictatorship of yuletide cheer.
A truly gorgeous color combo for those with trained sensibilities (made Amelie their personality at 15) to see the possibility beyond kelly green and candy apple red.
I had a therapist tell me that I have a very keen understanding of color and I said Sally, my father is an alcoholic stop changing the subject. So, if you have your doubts, trust me on this. Further evidence provided below.
