....color

Yogis,

I think it began with an ad on my Facebook feed. Or maybe that is when I first noticed. A woman is setting a table. As she lifts a flowered tablecloth, it is caught by a breeze and spreads over the table. A nostalgic paisley print that could have been on my nana’s table at one time.

It caught my eye because it had color.

Then my 20^th Pottery Barn catalog of 2026 arrived. Typically, I fan the pages before heading to the bin. This one was different. The bedroom on the front cover had a floral duvet and curtains…..and green wallpaper! This time I sat down and went through page by page.

Upholstery, pillows and dinnerware in multiple hues of blues and greens. Flowers in vases and butterfly patterns on napkins. Be still my heart.

A reel on Instagram knew exactly what I was thinking (scary isn’t it?) and asked ‘when did the world lose its color.’

I looked it up and the aesthetics of palettes in beige, then gray and evolving to ‘greige’ in home décor began twenty years ago. New homes built are white and black. There are many theories. One is that our digital world is so bright, colorful and fast paced that we look for its absence in our refuge.

Yet everything changes if you give it time. Could it be happening?

My personal taste has always been for some color. When we moved into this house everyone expected me to paint the great room, with its expansive walls and sky high ceiling, a shade of white. No. I selected deep butterscotch. My architect rolled his eyes but I love it to this day. To me, walking into a room with a peaceful color is like getting a hug. Warm. Cozy.

My sister and I were reminiscing about the cars we learned to drive on. Funny stories surfaced about the navy blue Ford LTD we each got to have turns with. She was boat sized and had a ruby red interior. Pulling the front bench seat up made the back seat big enough for a party. So, of course, there was one.

Maybe in these times we need the return of color.

Om,
SARAH