Orange orange orange

I love it.  I love the bright marigold oranges, like these kumquats.  (Don’t get me started on that yummy green in there too.)

The dark red oranges.  

Give me some orange beads, throw in some pink, and I’m done.

The other day I was stressing out a bit over busy June and found myself standing over my bead box, running my hands through these.  That’s a little quirky perhaps, but as far as addictions go I’ll take it I think.  I’ve also stayed up way way too late a few evenings making bracelets.  The process of choosing which bead to add next totally puts me in a blissed out creative zone.  My eldest just shakes his head.

And keeping with the subtler oranges:

The end of an almost summer day.

Now I should at this point insert an apology to my mom, who hates orange.  She likes orange flowers but not the other bunch of orange things in life.  I hope I’m not just being rebellious, loving it so much.  But you know what?  A few years ago when she was getting ready for a garage sale we kept finding orange things from her past. Lots! So she’s a ringer. Right?  Maybe it’s a phase we all go through.  So I had better enjoy it now!

I love you mom.  You orange-scoffer, you.