Clash


I kept waiting for the pickle and ice cream cravings but all I got when I was pregnant was a craving for colours. Instead of gravitating towards blues and grays and black suddenly I was looking at orange and pink together and thinking how fantastic they looked. The other month I went into a shop filled with brightly clashing things made of felt. There were these rugs that I couldn’t take my eyes off they were made from individual coloured felt balls sown together in a circle, they were bright, clashing and wonderful. Maybe it’s a permanent change, one for the better perhaps.