Winter Blues

In November the comforting feel of soft, warm flannel subdued burgundies, browns and blues were soothing to my fingers. But now this fabric becomes a burden weighing me down. Somber colors fade too easily into cold tenebrous fog of endless winter. I yearn to delight in the smooth texture of polished cotton and those gay bright colors of spring that leap onto the pallet of my creations. © 1998 Anne Johnson

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