I have of late and wherefore I know not become enchanted by color and image. I find this odd and revelatory (to me) because I have always been a language person above all. Last night I had fun ordering Park Lane jewelry from a friend who is also a dynamite saleswoman. I realized afterwards that the three pieces I bought mirror the colors of one of my favorite works of art by my mentor in the Pauline family, Sister Margaret Charles Kerry. Trying to get life to imitate art? Heh.
