the texture of white

It may be strange, but it’s definitely true: white is my very favorite color. How boring! How plain! I hear that a lot.

Well, and also disbelief that white could be my favorite color considering how much I plotz for pink, but I digress.

White. White is my favorite color. White is the predominant color of my apartment, turning my bedroom into a light box, and providing a counterpoint for all the color I have in my life, through my yarn, my dyes, my markers, my crayons, my paints, my threads, my buttons.

White never bores me. White is what I come back to, again and again.

White fascinates me.

Plain and simple.

With white, you’re left with the textures. Shadows and pattern and feel and materials and light all become acutely important, and I love how each white plays against its surroundings.

And against other whites.

Smooth, shiny, hard. Soft, bumpy, matte. Loopy. Circles. Striped. Waffles. They all go together, and each different texture is its own joy. With white, how can you go wrong? There’s never an odd one out.

It’s never boring. This is my bathroom. It’s simple, yes, and it’s deceptively plain. But I think that it’s worth it, to go the extra mile and make sure everything here is white. In a world that never slows down, here is my little corner that asks you, stay a moment. Examine each little piece, and see how it adds to the whole. Feel your body be soothed by the white, the simplicity, the variety.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.