Our winter seemed minimal with only a few storms, and I can already see the little perennials popping their heads up through the ground cover left behind last October. After having been raised by two horticulturists, it’s impossible for me not to be thrilled with the prospect. The wonder of life, being renewed year after year fills me with joy, and although I love all of the seasons, spring is, by far, my favorite.
As a designer of interiors, exteriors and landscapes, my natural tendency always seems to be to want to bring the outside in, especially once the array of colors that herald this new dawn comes forth in full force. The purple crocus, orange tulips, and yellow daffodils combine with the vibrant greens and warmer temperatures to lift the spirit and motivate one to move outdoors to take on all the tasks that need our attention.
In the same manner in which nature tends to awaken most mammals from their cold slumber, so do the colors of spring tend to re-energize our batteries.
In small proportions, you can introduce that same rainbow of colors in your interior environments through pastel washes of paint on your walls; couch pillows that grab your attention in bold dabs of yellow, purple or orange against a creamy white slip cover; or through the use of one, particularly outstanding, painting on a focal wall that hits you like a ray of sunshine.
A dining table with a floral arrangement can be the crowning glory, with real baby’s breath as the base component, followed by a selection of silks with white peonies, orange poppies, white tulips, salmon roses, lavender, white lilac and blue, miniature irises. The effect, in total, can be truly ethereal.
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There is a vibration that is created with each color, and just as the tone of a musical instrument can resonate, so can a widely varied color pallet, sparingly orchestrated, give rise to a depth of feelings.
One of the fondest memories we have in our family is that of our grandmother changing the living room drapery treatments for each season of the year. Consequently, the colors she chose were the antithesis of the season itself, except in spring.
Summer always ushered in the cool breezes we associated with blue and whites; fall, with all plant life being on the wane, was revitalized with saffron and cream; winter demanded the warmth of rose red, cream and sage vintage patterns; but, ironically, spring was given full reign and shifted to the sprinkling of every color ever conceived in the fabrics she most daintily coordinated. I think the trend she followed was very popular in those years, and, no doubt, reflected a subtle psychology which has possibly escaped our current attention.
That being the case, I invite you to resurrect this timeless custom, with the idea in mind, that color may just act as a special passport to deeper harmonies by chasing away the blues in winter; quelling the heat of summer; celebrating the somber tones of fall; and welcoming the rejuvenation of spring with open arms and the use of a kaleidoscope of colors inside and out.