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Colour week! Final Day :( PURPLE!!

Ok, I have to start off by saying that my favourite colour in the WORLD is by far
PURPLE!
I love purple
I was once told that it was a sign that I am a confused person
sometimes hot sometimes cold...
to be honest, I don't care
I JUST LOVE PURPLE!!

This is one of my purple slippers. The other was on the foot balancing me!
I found them yesterday while clearing out a closet.
I had thought that I had lost them but I am very happy to say that they have returned!

This is Pippin my purple guitar.
I do her a terrible injustice every time I try to play her.
She has a boyfriend called Oscar who is blue.
They make beautiful music together...

This is my purple necklace that I flung up with my scarves earlier.
I know it was a gift but I get so my purple jewellery I struggle to remember who gave what!


My lovely purple jacket


I bought some new weighing scales today.
It transpires that my old scales were being very nice to both James and I and lied about our weight.
Oh well, I hope someday we will be friends!

My purple flower!
It is a hair clip and a corsage!
I love it!


This was the bag I brought to my debs
I now use it to hold my fancy pens


This is the lovely pattern on one of my dresses.
I love it!

I have really enjoyed colour week
It has been nice to notice things that I tend to take for granted.
Thanks Randi for a really fun idea!
Thanks Tif for introducing me to it!

Comments

  1. Randi GardnerFebruary 5, 2011 at 11:47 PM

    my pleasure! Thanks for joining in!

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  2. tifsongFebruary 8, 2011 at 12:14 AM

    oh what fun purples you have. i don't really have much purple. i should probably finish the game though, eh?

    tif

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