At the last part of the winter, though, I start to think I can't stand the cloistering insulation of home, automobile, work, etc, anymore.
Suddenly my mind stutters to a halt. I just have to go in search of some color. In a store, in a greenhouse, leafing through a magazine, I seek to discover colors and patterns unheralded, stalking them.
As a result, I often find them through the accident of just being unintentionally juxtaposed one against another. Like a crack in atmosphere it lets loose in my brain a rich torrent of ideas and creativity.
This year it was in my closet. There are a multitude of strips of material known, humorously, as scarves. Mostly they are a motley disconnected array of various colors and materials that might have some use as yet unknown. And such is the appeal and desire for color that these have trailed along with me from pllar to post, in a tangle, finding their home in the lowest drawer or the farthest corner of my closet endlessly.
Braiding them together creates a cohesive look.
Braiding yarn or jewelry or ribbons into the scarves and using my vintage pins to hold them in place. How about coordinating purses and belt? This is better than going to the mall! I'm shopping out of my own closet. Who Knew?!
Let it snow!