On the weekend I visited Michaels and found a square of felt in the blue-purple, and found a pair of magic gloves in the red-orange. So I thought. In the store the gloves were red-orange, in nature they were just red. I was literally, seeing red.
Tonight I searched my house and my parents' house for red-orange anything. A towel they wouldn't miss? Old shirt? Even a paper napkin would have satisfied me. Every time I found something that might work I'd place it in the wheel and it would look like just plain, regular orange.
You would think a girl who drives an orange truck, (it had to be orange) would know the colour. And actually, looking at it tonight I mused that it might pass the bill for red-orange, but there is no way I was going to cut a 2-inch circle out of a quarter panel of my sweet ride.
Just before leaving my mom's and dad's I came across a Clinique makeup bag--the kind you get for "free", filled with samples as a bonus gift with your $26.50 or more purchase. The outside had a strong candidate for the colour and the inside lining had another solid option. I think I might have all the pieces now, just have to put them together in a presentable fashion.
I am trying to keep in perspective that I am doing this class to actually learn, not just to get through the assignments and tests. So today I learned that red-orange is a tricky colour that has the strength to drive me mad.
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| The hallway from the hotel in The Shining |
REDRUM, REDRUM!


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