I'm ready to draw a line under the whole Rainbow experience. It hasn't been without its trauma and I'm embracing the closure. Not that I haven't learnt from the process. Such as, the correct colours of the rainbow. That was a significant piece of information for a graphic designer, with a decent amount of experience and apparently, somewhat dodgy, education. Oh, and there also seems to be a latent blue thing going on. I like ending on blue. An excellent excuse for another typography shot:
Not to mention a favourite print from the late, great Paolozzi:
And then there's the random kitchen selection:
The sweet, kitsch candle holder from a dear friend who recognised the blue tendency before me:
And then finally, the whole It Could Be Time To Get A Grip Moment. Standing in the middle of the kitchen floor, I am conducting my own Symphony of Domestic Bliss/Chaos. Stirring the dinner, playing hidey with the youngest, admiring the drawings of the oldest two, fielding market research evilness calls (fairly politely), completely and utterly ignoring the upside-down-ness of the house... and knitting a Bunny Nugget. A blue Bunny Nugget.
* The Singing Rainbow is based on the song "I can sing a Rainbow", by Arthur (I've-Got-A-Lot-To-Answer-For) Hamilton. The colours of the rainbow as they appear in this song are: red, yellow, pink, green, purple, orange and blue. Those who grew up with the correct colours of the rainbow and, finally, now myself, know them as dictated by the Roy G Biv rule: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet.
For those with indefatigable stamina, willing to embark on the wrong rainbow journey, here's red, yellow, pink, green, purple, and orange. Pack plenty of Trail Mix.