Oranges, reds and yellows take over the New England landscape
Arriving in Massachusetts for my freshman year of college by way of the West and the Caribbean, my culture shock was acute.
I couldn't believe how narrow, windy and old the roads were, couldn't always interpret the Boston accent (fire? far? car? kaw? a "bubblah"? WHAT?!?), was floored by the early American history of the area, and struggled with serving after serving of . . . haddock.
In the late August of sports practices and endless orientations, I was mired in a soupy humidity that I'd also never lived through. Or tried to sleep in without AC or a fan. No chance I could begin to fathom that quick shift in seasons in this part of the country, the inevitable sharp drop in temperatures, and the transition to dry, clean air.
Buried under books, classes and so many new experiences I almost missed the change. Then, one afternoon on my way to soccer practice via Memorial Hill, I just had to stop and sit down. It was like the entire landscape below me was on fire with the most extraordinary yellows, oranges and deep, deep reds. It was beautiful. This kind of color explosion was brand new, and I loved it all.
It should come as no surprise that of course these colors find a way into my textiles! This year we've used the new MORAY design in fall foliage colors to make linen and wool small and large pouches as well as a trio of zip-totes. Enjoy!
Happy October, and happy Fall!