I once asked Beau what color he thinks I am. Purple is what he said. I had never thought of myself as purple. I didn’t decorate with it and rarely wore it. But right as he said I was it was as if the word spoken made it so. Here I am purple to this day.
I discovered this quote by L.M. Montgomery the other day and had to paint it. It’s just the type of thought I want my head to be full of.
What color do you think you are?
Or what flower or stone?