Thursday, 6 December 2018
Widow's Endorphins: Living Coral, and Why You'll be Seeing This Colour...: Tropical coral - urbanized. That's the vibe around this year's Pantone Colour of the Year, Living Coral, an orange base ...
Tropical coral - urbanized. That's the vibe around this coming year's Pantone Colour of the Year, Living Coral, an orange base with gold undertones. It is the colour of unbleached coral, sunsets and sunrises. Pantone executives, who search the world for colour trends in film, art galleries, on the streets, and on the catwalks, say the world needs this warm and welcoming colour right now.
The Executive Director of the Pantone Colour Institute, Leatrice Eiseman says Living Coral, "represents a feeling that's out there in the zeitgeist". In these troubled times, who doesn't love watching a sunrise or sunset?
Critics point out the irony of surrounding ourselves with painted walls, furniture, coffee mugs, and clothing in Greenery (2017) and Living Coral (2019) colours, when the planet's forests and coral are disappearing. It is as if we are finding comfort in, and surrounding ourselves with the very colours which are disappearing in nature.
The Great Barrier Reef, is the world's largest coral reef system. It's so big, you can see it from outer space! In 2015, there were 2 billion living corals in the reef. Half of them are now dead! That's in just over two years.
What happened? Two back to back bleaching events in the Summers of 2016, and 2017 caused a fifty percent decline in corals across the 14-hundred mile stretch of Australian coastline. Bleaching isn't like dropping Clorox into the ocean, it has to do with killing off the photosynthetic algae (zooxanthellae) which attaches itself to the coral, and gives the coral its colour. The algae "nest" in the coral, and feed the coral through photosynthesis. With ocean temperatures rising, the coral panic, and eject the algae, leaving the coral colourless. Without the algae, the now bleach-white coral soon dies.
Pantone's Vice President, Laurie Pressman says, "with everything that's going on today...we're looking toward those colours that bring nourishment and the comfort and familiarity that make us feel good". Pressman says this year's colour is, "not too heavy. We want to play. We want to be uplifted. It's the emotional nourishment. It's the big hug." Maybe more than a big hug, orange is the colour of the second Chakra which has to do with sex...and creativity.
Photographs Copyright of: Ruth Adams, Widow's Endorphins Photographic Images Incorporated.
Saturday, 1 December 2018
I can always tell who the December tourists and newcomers are. They're the women in sexy, spike heeled boots trying to run through snow and ice. It's not long before they're wearing solid, dependable boots just like the rest of us.
After years of wearing practical, sturdy, manly boots, I finally found a pair of boots that are feminine and practical. They're black leather, with a solid heel and great treads! Treads are like snow tires on your feet. For readers in Australia, and South America, you need treads for traction on snow and ice. I fractured my shoulder last Christmas, slipping on an invisible stretch of ice on a downtown Toronto street. It didn't help that the treads on my boots had worn down. No more slipping on the ice for me!
I turn over every boot in shoe stores, looking for the price, sure...and the treads on the sole. Sometimes, they're too wide around the rim of the boot, and you can trip over your own feet. Sometimes, they're too thin, and will wear out before the season is over. Sometimes, they're stacked so high even Elton John wouldn't walk around in them.
My little black boots are feminine, and stylish enough to wear indoors, with a dress or mini-skirt; or outdoors with cords, two sweaters, possibly a lightweight vest, a heavy overcoat, scarf, gloves, a hat, and a partridge in a pear tree. Toronto fashionistas call it "layering", the rest of us, call it survival. The boots are designed in Montreal, and made in Spain. They have a decorative and practical leather loop at the back of the heel, which you can use to help pull up the boot, as you play do-it-yourself-Cinderella.
I've broken-in a few pairs hiking boots, so it was no surprise to experience pain on the very first daywearing the lovely black leather beauties. The worst of the pain was at the back of my right ankle, just above the heel...just about where that little leather loop is stitched to the inside of the boot.
The enormous blister, behind my right ankle, just above the heel was a shock! My years of caregiving came into play, in making a homemade dressing for the blister, covering it with gauze and medical tape before slipping on the boots for a quick trip to the grocery store the next day.
I walked gingerly up the street, and limped back home. The bandages had curled up, and come off, and the now exposed blister was rubbing against the inside of the boot. The next dressing was nothing short of a medical miracle! It was twice as big as the first one, and covered in a waterproof, tear proof medical tape. It was as if I were channeling Florence Nightengale.
Stepping into my boots on day three, my right foot came to an abrupt stop. The uber dressing was too thick! Like one of Cinderella's ugly step-sisters, I wrestled getting my foot into the boot. There was no point in searching for a shoe horn, because months ago, I had given them all away...because I NEVER use them! Then, in stroke of pure genius (hold the applause), I thought of using a plain old kitchen soup spoon. The spoon slid in behind my heel, and with a gentle grunt, and an oomph, my right foot now matched my booted left one. Ta-da!
The spoon, however, remained stuck inside the boot. For three frantic minutes, I fought with the spoon, turning it right, left, up and down, fearing that I'd have to walk with the damn thing up the back of my boots, or worse - sleep with my boots on! (This is too funny: I always write with music on...right now...exactly now, Marc Broussard is singing Twistin' the Night Away). Finally, a few squiggles to the left, and a hard tug upwards, and the little spoon may yet join a Zydeco band!
As I write, I'm wearing my oh-so-comfortable Brazilian flip-flops...the boots will take a few more days to break-in.
If you're wondering about the peignoirs featured in this blogpost about boots, I designed each one from my photographs. They not only look fabulous in the bedroom, they can be worn over a dress like a kimono jacket. Wear them with a mini-skirt and high boots! Kick up your heels, and go out on the town! Boots and peignoirs - a perfect match!
All of the peignoirs can be found here:
The marijuana motif peignoirs are sold through Stolbie Brand. The Stolbie Sisters' company "for the socially a-wear", plants a tree in British Columbia, Canada. for every item sold on their site. Please support them in the work they do. Here's the link:
Photographs Copyright of Ruth Adams, Widow's Endorphins Photographic Images Incorporated
Friday, 9 November 2018
At 11 o'clock Sunday morning, it will be one hundred years since the signing of the Armistice, ending World War One. At the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month of 1918, "the war to end all wars" ended.
To say it's been an uneasy peace is a ludicrous understatement. The past century has been called, "the bloodiest century in modern history". Industrialization, technology and bio-technology have given warriors weapons of mass destruction unimagined centuries ago. Hiroshima and Nagaski come to mind. A lone wolf with a truckload of fertilizer, or a rental car, a semi automatic weapon, homemade bomb or a meat cleaver, can kill dozens of innocents. It is estimated that more than 160 million people have been killed in wars, conflicts, and acts of terrorism in the last one hundred years. As Joseph Stalin is oft quoted as cynically saying, one death is a tragedy, a million deaths is a statistic.
This isn't about diminishing the courageous service and sacrifice of the young men and women who fought in these wars...those who fought for our freedom from Fascism and Nazism in the Second World War. It is not to say that they fought in vain. It is to acknowledge our own inhumanity.
The wars don't end when the treaties are signed. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is an ever present shadow in the lives of soldiers and the civilians who survived a war. Terrorism, both foreign and homegrown, brings war to our doorstep. And children must watch their step wherever bombs have been buried and forgotten.
Tonight, I am reminded of how fragile peace is, even in peace time. My sister in Melbourne lost a friend this morning. The coffee shop owner was killed by a terrorist, who was in turn killed by police.
This one hundredth anniversary of the end of WWI is for me perhaps more sombre than all the rest. I truly wish you peace. Sadly, it may not be lasting peace. So, I wish you peace in your heart, and the strength to overcome all else.
Photographs Copyright of: Ruth Adams, Widow's Endorphins Photographic Images Incorporated.