I have an uneasy relationship with colors. Past being able to recognize and name the colors they have not really a part of my childhood.
Possibly because I spent the better part of my childhood dressed in a drab brown dress, that was my school uniform. Not rich chocolate brown, oh no. The uniforms were the brown color of the happy cockroach and topped with a black cotton pinafore apron. Even now, almost 30 years later, I still wonder what kind of child hater decreed that the little girls should be limited to brown and black with a bit of white for colors and cuffs. Of course, for special occasions we had a starched white pinafore. And it had to be kept absolutely clean all day! Having said this I got to take it back, right away.
Actually I do not remember wearing bright colors even after I graduated from school and started working. Somehow they were not considered acceptable.
Through now, when I think about it, color was very much present in my USSR childhood. But it never came by itself. It always carried “a message”.
So here is a Rainbow of my childhood:
Red – well, red was self-explanatory. That was the obligatory official color. The color of the flags, bunting for the demonstration, really the color of the Communist Party. Even now I know lots of ex-USSR citizens who will not wear red for all the tea in China.
Orange – there is only one “orange” thing me and my DH remember from our childhood. A cartoon with a hysterically “happy” song about an orange sun and everything else very orange too. We did not have oranges. We did have orange leaves in the Fall. Orange was considered way too loud even for kids clothing .
Yellow, green and blues were the colors all around. Sun, grass and sky were plentiful all around me. Abundant and mostly unnoticed. Why did I not hear them sing? Could it be that they were lost next to the bright red? Or because only more somber or pastel shades were deemed acceptable.
Purple – hm… I do not remember any purple dresses in my childhood. Purple for me is the color of the night in Odessa, the color of my favorite plums, the colors of figs we ate in Georgia on a too brief Summer vacation. The color of lilacs, whose blooming meant that the school was practically over. No wonder that even now I love all shades of purple.
For many years I stuck to more somber colors. It was a habit. And the more I stayed away from colors the more they intimidated me.
Things changed a lot after I came to Israel. Here the color is everywhere! All year around something is blooming. For the first time I fell in love with uncountable shades of green, blue, red and yes, orange. I had no idea that orange had shades! And so slowly and timidly I have began to experiment with colors. The brightest experiment so far is my Rainbow Blanket.
Now, I got some leftover yarn to play with.
Hm… So what will it be? I am not sure, but I will try to catch another Rainbow.