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Grey

When I was at school my uniform was grey, so, on principle, I grew up not liking grey.  However, in the last ten years I have finally outgrown that childish opinion!  It's taken a long time to get over the hang-up, but I I love grey now!  I wear it quite a lot.  Complimented with the right colour (and most colours zing quite well with grey), I think it's very wearable, without looking drab. 

In my Monday morning art class, over the last two weeks, we have been mixing spectral greys, using red, blue and a smidge of yellow.  The type of red and blue you start with does dictate the kind of grey you end up with.  I found the exercise quite difficult.  We produced a painting of a still life but I wouldn't dream of showing my effort here.  It's not something I am proud of.   But the whole exercise has made me much more appreciative of grey, so much so that when I was looking out of the window at breakfast time today, all I could see was a multitude of different greys!  I thought they were rather lovely, and very restful.
Wikipedia has a very interesting entry for grey http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grey.  It's worth a read. And I like checking out quotes for some words.  I had a look online to see if there was anything interesting for grey, and found this, which I enjoyed too!

“When I was a little girl, everything in the world fell into either of these two categories: wrong or right. Black or white. Now that I am an adult, I have put childish things aside and now I know that some things fall into wrong and some things fall into right. Some things are categorized as black and some things are categorized as white. But most things in the world aren't either! Most things in the world aren't black, aren't white, aren't wrong, aren't right, but most of everything is just different. And now I know that there's nothing wrong with different, and that we can let things be different, we don't have to try and make them black or white, we can just let them be grey. And when I was a child, I thought that God was the God who only saw black and white. Now that I am no longer a child, I can see, that God is the God who can see the black and the white and the grey, too, and He dances on the grey! Grey is okay.” 
― C. JoyBell C.

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