Where do we think yellow is going?" The captain of the Color Directions workshop scanned the faces of her troops intently. It was time to commit, to make sense of hundreds of amber and gold chips and swatches that lay strewn about the polished tabletop like autumn leaves on black pond ice. This was it--crunch time. Whither yellow?
Personally, I had no idea where yellow was going, but I knew where it had been. My bedroom. My foyer. And the master bath, even the guest room. In fact, a recent freshening of our apartment decor had left it awash in pale,...
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