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And Sew It Starts

Dear Audy,

Two days in and going strong.

Well, not particularly strong, but going nonetheless.

Wednesday morning I was bouncing about filled with motivation. I managed to wake, eat breakfast and get in two coffees before beginning my Feldenkrais followed by sewing for 15 minutes plan. There are a lot of things that go along with sewing that take up much more time that the actual sewing itself. The project that I’m working on was only cut out, but still pinned to the pattern. Yesterday I cut out a piece I was missing and marked and removed the pattern piece from that part. Sorting out where I was up to and performing that one task took up my allotted sewing time.

My workspace. The dress I am working on is named Camille, I actually began her back in October, 2010.



Today was much more difficult.

Yesterday evening Sammy got a little bit sick (probably from a recent food change) and he needed to be bathed. Sammy does not go in the bath without a walk. I was on my own last night, so I needed to buck up, walk the dogs and wash the fluffy one before bed. I did as much stretching as I could fit in afterward, but it was still a very sore night for sleeping and an incredibly stiff wake up.

Minor setbacks don’t stop happening just because we try to plan around them. Physical tasks aren’t always able to wait until there is someone else around. In this instance I had to push through pain and exhaustion to take proper care of my furry little friend.

I am sore and fatigued, but not upset by this little extra challenge, even though it was on the day that I commenced my sewing challenge. When I am able to overcome something unexpected without an emotional breakdown, it is a good sign that my coping efforts are coming along nicely.

So, yes, today was much more difficult. I woke late, didn’t fit in breakfast, nor did I feel ready to do my 15 minutes of “work”. However, I did it anyway. I managed to motivate myself into my little work room just in time to get warmed up and start sewing at 11am. Just in time.

The 11am time that I have set aside for this sewing works well. It gives me a good reason to keep a regular waking schedule and to get my body and digestive system moving early in the day. It also provides a good deadline for me to aim for when I am feeling overwhelmed, like I was this morning.

I know that I can get things done when I have to. I know that I am capable of more than I currently do. These are the two main points that are motivating me to give this new plan a good crack. If I can find the right balance of physical activity and rest, I will be able to get more things done without setting off pain flares. I just know it.

Today, all that fit into my 15 minutes was marking and unpinning all pieces of the outer dress, bar the pieces that will become the skirt. That’s it. That’s all I could fit in.

One of the biggest parts of this challenge is stopping at the end, oh how much I would like to keep going! I’ve tried that, though, I’ve tried working too hard and I always end up in Flaretown. This time, I’m trying something different.

I plan to implement my sewing schedule from Monday to Thursday. I think this is enough to begin with. I usually have a Feldenkrais appointment on Friday mornings and I’m not about to start pushing for seven days a week straight off. Four will be fine. I started on Wednesday, so I might get excited and fit in an extra session on Saturday, I shall see how body pulls up after the work so far.

Love & Getting Somewhere Slowly,
Caf

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  • The Fanciest Of Fancy Dress Parties

    Dear Audy,

    Oh my, I have so much to tell you! I have been a little absent from blogging lately, on account of that I have been out having an actual life. Yes, off my couch!

    There are many things that I want to share with you; adventures I’ve had, books I’ve read, plays I’ve seen, progress I’ve made…things have been looking up and that’s definitely cause for celebration.

    Speaking of celebrations, today I wanted to share some pics from an amazing one that I attended last week. My friend Melissa celebrated her birthday in a rather unique way; the fancy dress theme was the 18th Century, the music was a fantastic mix of 1980s pop. Cleverly, she asked her guests to forgo gift buying and instead put that time and effort into their costumes. The result was amazing.

    I arrived to a room filled with colour, wigs, bustles and feathers. Many guests had hired spectacular costumes, some so fancy that I was not surprised to hear that one costume hire place had only recently acquired them from Melbourne Theatre Company. The decor was superbly fitting, mauve curtains, old fashioned seating and chandeliers. Melissa even had a Marie Antoinette inspired tier of adorable petite fours and a cake with icing grand enough for a queen. Which was fitting indeed, considering how stunning she looked.


    Photo by Dan O’Brien


    Me and the beautiful birthday girl:


    My dress is the result of op-shopping, imagination and my mother’s hard work. She sews super fast – adding all that trim would have probably taken me six months to do on my own! Thanks, Mum.

    I did my own hair, which was an adventure that started the night before with a bunch of curlers. I haven’t used those since I was a little girl! They did the trick though and I was rapt with the final result. I tried not to go overboard, but whitened it a little using the old theatre method of talcum powder and hairspray.



    My prince’s costume was the result also put together from thrifted pieces. I am most proud of his wig, which was a crazy rockstar mullet when we bought it home. I managed to work in some 1700s curls and a ponytail, which ended up with me thinking he rather resembled Gaston, from Beauty and the Beast.


    Photo by Dan O’Brien


    The night was wonderful. We drank wine, chatted and danced as much as I was able. Thankfully it was the type of party where sitting on the side and watching is just as entertaining as being able to move around freely. I loved it! It felt like being transported into a movie scene. Hats off to Melissa, organising such an impressive event took a lot of time, effort and perhaps even a little magic…it was just that good.

    The following are some more gorgeous photos by Dan:







    Love, Corsets & Bustles,
    Caf

    P.S. You might have noticed that the site is looking a little different. I wanted to switch up my fairly simple theme for an even simpler one. This one has lovely fonts and is easy to navigate. I have some more page updates in the works, but I mostly wanted my blog’s appearance to focus on the part that’s most important to me – the actual content.

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  • Loretta, My Love.

    Dear Audy,

    Loretta…my, what an adventure she has been! I love her though, it’s okay to love dresses, right? In an ‘I wanna get inside her’ kind of way? That’s how she makes me feel and I don’t care if the whole world knows it!






    (With the most expensive headband I have ever impulse purchased. I justified this purchase by recognising that I was unlikely to ever see another tiger lily headband!)


    When I envisioned Loretta, I didn’t know that she would take as much time to finish as she did. Thankfully, I got her done in time, just a couple of hours before the wedding that I wanted to wear her to!

    I went off-pattern a little, I am so happy that it worked out, although I did have to do quite a lot of learning along the way. I decided to add lining because I wanted to use the pretty, floral fabric, which, as a very thin cotton, would not make a dress on its own. I wanted a skirt that was fun to flounce around in, so rather than sew the lining in, I separated it and the outer fabric at the waist. To try and get a little more frou in my frou, I only sewed pockets into the outer layer and the effect is that the whole skirt flows out a little at the hip and into a lovely shape.

    I hit a hiccup when I went to sew Loretta a belt. I had the fabric all wrong and ended up in stretched-the-wrong-way Hell. After quite a bit of huffing and puffing, I decided to scrap the belt idea, make the most of the wonderful invention that is ribbon and get on with hemming the skirt. I knew that hemming would take quite a while. With all her pleating, Loretta has quite a fair distance around the bottom. I had decided to hem the outer layer shorter than the inner layer so that there would be red showing to blend with the red in the collar and around the waist. Also, after I decided my face should be a part of this outfit, with my new red lipstick.

    When I went to hem the lining, I realised that it certainly was a wonderful thing that I had messed up with the belt. I learnt that I really wasn’t going to get very far just sewing up the edge, there was just too much stretch. Instead, I discovered what binding is for! It took forever to pin in the binding, zig-zag the edge and then pin it up again for the final round of stitches, but it was worth every pin. The skirt turned out fabulously. Had I not done some learning at the belt stage, this might be a very different post!

    I had an absolute ball wearing Loretta to the wedding. Long skirts are comfy and fun to dance in. Yep, I danced. Yep, I am paying dearly for that, but jeez it was FUN! It’s a special occasion thing, but wine can really help with stopping me from worrying so much about the painful consequences of having a good time like that. Sometimes, I just need to let loose and actually move, even if it involves a few days of owies afterward. I am so happy that I am at the point again where that is an option, for so long the pain has just been too incapacitating for dancing to be possible at all. Not to mention, I am ever so lucky as to have a handsome prince who doesn’t mind dancing with me. I don’t even mind admitting that he has far better moves than I do!!

    I am exhausted after a long week of sewing and then partying it up, but really, the hard work just made the letting loose part that much more thrilling! I can hardly express how wonderful it feels to achieve things, to set goals and actually get there again. The pain still gets frustrating, but I am learning that I can let that go and still build up the happy moments.

    My goal for the next dress is to not be finishing it on the day of the wedding to which I am planning on wearing it. I enjoy sewing far too much to need to go into that high pressure stress zone. This time, I will give myself more time than I think I’ll need. Yes, I’ll just hand it out to myself, like the magic keeper of a magic clock, I will create time.

    Love & Excitations,
    Caf

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  • Pacing In The Grips Of Sew-Sew Fever

    Dear Audy,

    My goodness, doing things sure does take a lot out of me! I have been working hard at trying to pace productivity with pain. More than ever before, I feel committed to keeping on going, even when I feel like I am in more pain than I can manage. I don’t need to lament the wasted day, it’s not wasted. I simply need to play the cards that I am dealt by the morning goddess and continue healing and learning to cope more effectively. It’s not easy to make taking care of myself trump all my other priorities. I can feel a shift in my determination in regards to making better decisions, however the reality of living with chronic pain is still reality. I am very sore this evening, but I’m trying not to feel sad about it.

    All I can do is rest, recover and keep on going. Even when keeping on going is just sticking it out until bedtime without letting the pain claim my emotions. The monotony of needing to go through the same coping motions each day can be a source of upset, but I am trying to let that go. It doesn’t do me any good to get upset about having to deal with things, it’s far more effective to just deal.

    I am in the grips of sew-sew fever. I am constructing this dress (the blue-ish one) to wear to a friend’s wedding on Saturday. Her name is Loretta, she was in this many pieces this morning, but now she’s mostly together, lacking her collar and a zip.



    It has been a lot of little steps to get her together. I learnt a lesson from cutting out Penelope all in one go, which was that I had to pay dearly during the next few days! Pacing, oh yes. This time, I have been taking it more slowly, trying to sew for a couple of hours on the days that I can and trying not to get sad on the days that I can’t.

    The pattern is incredibly basic, which is good as I am still a basic seamstress and I am working with stretchy fabric. It’s going all well so far! Once I’ve put the zip in, it will be very easy to adjust to fit me properly (unless it magically fits straight off the sizing chart – unlikely!). After I’m finished with the main part of Loretta, I shall be venturing into belt-making, very exciting!

    I have been doing a couple of hours of Feldenkrais on most days. I have found that working through a few tracks in the morning, before I attempt to do anything strenuous, is highly effective. I am able to slowly let go of the stiffness that builds up overnight. Taking Feldy breaks during my sewing adventures is also a useful tool. Sometimes I feel like my body has had enough, but then I relax into a Feldy track and afterward I find myself able to achieve more, be that sewing or simply get through a few chores that just never seem to do themselves.

    It’s empowering, this feeling that I can lower my own pain without any sort of miracle pill. This feeling of empowerment has made it easier to push through when the pain spikes. I no longer feel as much despair during a flare, I know that it will pass and that in spite of my frustration at having to deal with it, I can deal with it. I feel pretty drained, but I keep thinking about all that I have accomplished with Loretta. It might take me hours to warm up and warm down, but I am getting things done. My back hurts quite a lot now, but it has calmed a lot since it started screaming earlier today. I feel like I am on the right track, now all I need to do is relax, recover and see what the morning goddess throws me tomorrow.

    Love & Pushing Through,
    Caf

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  • Operation Sew A Pretty Dress: Mission Complete

    Dear Audy,

    I’m very excited to announce that Operation Sew A Pretty Dress was a blazing success! Well, not literally, on account of who wants to wear a dress that’s on fire?

    The key for me being able to sew without setting off a funtown flare is soft hands. So often, I am tensing part of my body much more than needed and it causes me more pain than is necessary. I have been doing a lot of Feldenkrais audio tracks to break up my sewing periods and the result has been a much better reaction than the one that hit me the day after Operation Sew A Pretty Dress commenced. I am quite pleased and proud of myself for bouncing back from that flare and continuing the project, my determination to find a way to sew without increasing the pain too much has paid off in pretty dress goodness!

    20100815 Penelope Dress Funny Face


    I have named my homemade wardrobe addition Penelope. She just looks like a Penelope and I do like to name things.

    20100815 Penelope Dress


    I followed this Simplicity pattern. When I took my measurements I was shocked to discover that I was a size 22, when in the normal world I am sized 14-16, depending on how much the manufacturer wants to mock me. Numbers are just numbers though, so I went ahead and followed all the directions for size 22. I was super relieved to find that the sewing skills my mother bestowed upon me as a teenager have stuck. I wasn’t too sure if I would remember what to do, this was the first pattern I had tried to follow in over a decade! There are certainly a lot of failed clothing production attempts tucked safely away in the past, where they can’t horrify anyone anymore (and may I take a second to sincerely apologise to everyone forced to view the ever so loved by me fluffy, leopard print pants, circa 1999ish).

    Penelope didn’t come about via a sweet smelling walk through a rose garden. I had a slight setback when I followed the instructions incorrectly while I was sewing the bodice, not realising I was working on a vague assumption that the zipper would go at the back of the dress. Hindsight pointed out that this was especially clever of me, considering that every dress in my wardrobe zips up at the side. All was not lost, however, some careful unpicking and rearranging left me with a bodice that, thankfully, fitted onto the skirt.

    The second major hiccup came during a quick fitting check before sewing in the zipper. It was clear that Penelope was far, far too big for me. The sizing chart was a liar. That, or I am a bad measurer, or there is a third option… Penelope wasn’t meant to fit correctly straight from the pattern, she wanted to give me a little space to think creatively and make her fit, without destroying her in the process. I slept on it and would like to thank my morning brain for giving me the solution, like a trustworthy voice through a megaphone. The dress was pleated already, so there was opportunity for more pleating. I fixed my sizing issue like this:

    20100815 Penelope Dress Back


    I hemmed her to sit around my knees and then, hey presto! New dress. I was incredibly excited to have her finished in time to wear her to a beautiful wedding that I attended yesterday. I really didn’t wanted to drag one of my old faithfuls out of the wardrobe again. Penelope saved me from that undesirable plan B. Penelope is the bestest!

    I am looking forward to planning my next stitchy mission. It’s so nice to be in control of my pain enough to create again. I have missed this!

    Love & Zig-Zag Stitches,
    Caf

    P.S. Thanks for all the thoughts and discussion on my last post, I shall do some more thinking on that topic and elaborate sometime soon!

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  • A Sketch My Brain Spewed Out In A Hospital Bed

    Dear Audy,

    Well, it has taken over a week and I finally have my feedback for the hospital completed. I will let you know a little more about that after they have had a chance to respond.

    This is a sketch I drew when I was in hospital. It was just an image that kind of appeared into my head and then hounded me until I got out a pencil and scribbled it down…which was a lot of effort as finger co-ordination was not something that came easily whilst on the ketamine. Then I had to stare at it for a while and try to figure out what it meant and why I drew it. I think it has a poem…or at least a lyrical title that will accompany it when I turn it into a painting. I’m really not sure. Something about letting things tangle but still looking ahead…or kind of ahead and behind at the same time…but not letting go of the yarn…and yeah, I’m obviously still figuring this one out.

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    That letter was taking up all of my brain power…I have been in a lot of pain and on a lot of medication which does not equate to much brain power in the brain power pool. I think this is why Twitter is so perfect for me right now…such uncomplicated thought and yet still a means of communication…fabulous. If you have looked at Twitter and wondered what on earth the point was, I don’t blame you, I thought the same thing at first. But now I know a couple of important things. The first is that a lot of amusing people Twitter, so you can read their updates and just have a little giggle. The second is that it’s best used through an application like twhirl, which turns Tweeting into something like instant messaging with the whole world…with no obligation to reply and no obligation to keep following people who get boring. It’s also excellent for any time you have an amusing or important thought and have the urge to share that thought with the whole world…without delay. Twitter lets you do that.

    Something has been bothering me and I think I need to fix it before I can tell the story of my ketamine infusion properly…and that thing is that I haven’t finished recording my RSD story. I have been recording them kind of ‘major point’ by ‘major point’, mostly meaning the different instances when it spread. I have not yet told you about when it spread to my hands. Once I’ve done that, I’ll feel like I’m making a lot more sense when explaining how the infusion effected me. Getting this done is my mission over the next few days…can’t get too precise about deadlines when you have RSD, it likes to make a mockery of them!

    The next step in my RSD/CRPS journey is to get some more investigation done on my ankle, where the original pain started. I think there’s something there that is driving the RSD and constantly triggering it, so I doubt there’s much chance of me beating this monster while that’s still there! Sigh…more doctors…more waiting….at least I have you, Audy, you make lovely company on the long, repetitive and painful days.

    Love & Unfortunate Flaring,

    Caf

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  • Why I Am Lucky And Will Be OK…With Sketching

    Dear Audy,

    It’s been over two days of icing since my ankle was stomped on and the pain hasn’t abated at all…it’s crazy to think of how much pain I am normally in and how much extra it is now…just when you think it can’t get worse, eh?

    I have to keep my foot elevated, so I have been passing the time sketching. This is the next imaginaiad, her name is Leni. She’s quite clear about that. She kept yelling at me when I thought her name was Lena, she went totally Ting Tings and was all “That’s not my name!”. I’m still working on this sketch, but I’m looking forward to giving her colours…Leni is the first imaginaiad to be born entirely from my visual image of her, usually I find a pic that looks kinda like them and copy the basic shapes, yay for development!

    20090209-Sketch-Leni

    Despite my own pain, I am still feeling lucky today. Entire towns in Victoria got wiped out by bushfires this weekend…the rising toll has the number of deaths at 111 and over 750 homes lost. Crazy, just crazy. It’s not even over, fires are still burning and there is no rain on the horizon…I just heard a lady outside my flat relaying how she has been evacuated from just south of Beechworth as her town is surrounded by fires. She’s gotten her camper van stuck in the carpark…oh wait, she’s free, small blessing considering she doesn’t know if she’ll have a home to go back to…

    There’s nothing like a natural disaster (or not so natural as the fire scenes have been determined crime scenes) to make one feel utterly useless. Apparently emergency services have been flooded with people just trying to offer their help. Amazing to see so many reaching out like that. Guilt might not be a rational or helpful response, but it’s pretty easy to feel guilty just for being alive and at home today, when so many won’t ever see their homes again. I can’t bear to watch the news repeating footage as it was hard enough to watch the first time, it’s updates only for me. When I’m in a lot of physical pain my propensity for bursting into tears raises astronomically and the reality of the Victorian bushfire situation is just far too horrible…they don’t need my tears.

    Now I am going to try and get myself out of the emotional gutter. It’s hard to deal with this amount of pain (it’s completely resistant to pills) but I am gonna be OK. Any minute now I expect to stop reliving being stomped on and I am gonna be OK. It doesn’t matter how much RSD throws at me, I am gonna be OK.

    Love, Loss & Determination,
    Caf

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  • A New Painting & A Dip in the Hydrotherapsea

    Dear Audy,

    It’s still pretty hot and awful around here…but thankfully not 45 degrees and thankfully there is cloud cover! I can’t wait for it to be cool enough for me to actually wear something over my underwear again…

    I’m pretty impressed with myself for managing to get something artistic done this week, I hadn’t completed anything for some time! Meet the next imaginaiad, her name is Marjorie. Marjorie is pretty quiet, but that doesn’t mean she’s not bursting with inspiration, she’s just deliberating carefully. I rather like the ambiguity in her expression, from a distance she appears to be pouting or bored, but up close you’ll see she’s smiling…Marjorie doesn’t like to show you all her cards, all at once, she likes to keep you guessing. For an imaginaiad, she’s pretty controlling, rather than spew forth her colours and let her artist sort them out, she likes to tease her artist with multiple plans and ideas that she won’t inspire action on until she’s planned out all the kinks. She’s kinda cheeky that way. Marjorie inspires Michelle from over at Beautiful Soup.

    20090201-Marjorie


    Yesterday I went swimming at the beach! I have not done that in a long time. I love the beach, before I had RSD I would take myself there all the time. Mostly I would end up driving down alone because of a lack of interested friends…it seems a lot of people see going to the beach as a big effort expedition, whereas I find nipping down for a dip totally worth the shower. I don’t care about sand and salt…those are kind of fun…it all comes off in the wash. Post RSD, I am unable to take myself to the beach, thus my not getting to go very often, this can be extremely frustrating as I can smell the ocean from my apartment….

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    I was very excited to catch up with my friend whilst enjoying the cool, ocean breeze. I’ve been doing hydrotherapy in a pool in recent weeks, what I forgot about the ocean is how much more buoyant it makes you, it was so easy to float on the surface and relax and stretch my body. It was also a lot of fun to bob in the waves!

    I’m a little sore today…but nothing that would stop me going back.

    Love & Salt Water,
    Caf

    P.S. Marjorie will be up on Redbubble shortly…RB is down right now!

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  • The Completion Of Ada

    Dear Audy,

    The fifth imaginaiad is finally complete! Ada has taught me a lot…most importantly that the paper I was using was not thick enough and it got a little worn and buckled. It made her a little hard to photograph, she’s been cut out digitally so the uploaded image is not quite true to form…but close enough.

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    She is most excited to be complete and looking very forward to framing. You can check out a larger version of her here

    I’m still absolutely fascinated by these colours in my head…I have always had a knack for remembering birthdays, I still remember the birthdays of people that I haven’t been friends with in years. One of my oldest friends has her birthday on March 23rd. For some reason, I always had particular trouble remembering her birthday, I kept confusing March with April and the 23rd with every date from the 22nd to the 28th. I’ve now realised that this is because March and April are very similar shades of red (April is quite primary, with March slightly oranger) and that the sequence of numbers from 22-28 is also red (slightly darker than April). The colour confusion doesn’t stop me remembering her birthday anymore, I’ve spent a lot of time concentrating on memorising it, however it certainly highlights the way in which my synesthesia has been assisting my memory of dates.

    I just realised that the way I remember the date now is specifically in black, just like the text on a printed page…perhaps my brain needed to eliminate colour completely in order to overcome the confusion it was causing….interesting.

    Hope you are having an inspiring week, Audy, and enjoying all the Christmas sparkles!

    Love & A Satisfied Sigh,
    Caf

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  • Synesthesia… My World Of Colours

    Dear Audy,

    I have spent the last few days in a painful blur….an evil flu type bug got me and shook me up and spun my weakened insides until I curled up in a ball and cried. I finally went to the doctor and got me some antibiotics and I am feeling a bit better today…no parts of me are stabbing me right now so that is nice.

    I have been reading a fascinating book, Audy, Musicophilia by Oliver Sacks. It explores different ways that music effects the brain and recounts tales of people who’s brains are fundamentally different than the norm and the ways in which their perception or interpretation is altered.

    I find evolutionary theories compelling, Musicophilia has introduced me to a couple and one in particular that dances through my brain…imagine a world in which humans had developed to communicate through music over language. It has been theorised that perhaps the physiological reaction that music can bring and the emotional response is an undeveloped communication faculty. People who have absolute pitch can hear each note distinct from all others, similar to how one visually perceives colours as being distinct from other colours; for example, it is common for people to be able to locate notes in relation to other notes such as recognising C and thus being able to identify A in comparison, however identifying blue only in relation to red is something that might seem ridiculous. A person with absolute pitch could tell you what note the cicadas were singing, or what note the pots hit when you dropped them on the floor. If the majority of humans were capable of absolute pitch, then it would seem possible that perhaps notes and the emotional reaction they induce could be used as a means of communicating…such as the alphabet is.

    The most exciting chapter I have read to date is entitled The Key of Clear Green: Synesthesia and Music. It has introduced me to the very concept of synesthesia, Sacks explains, ‘For a true synesthete, there is no “as if” – simply an instant conjoining of sensations. This may involve any of the senses – for example, one person may perceive individual letters or days of the week as having their own particular colours; another may feel that every colour has its own peculiar smell, or every musical interval has its own taste”.

    When I read the above I stopped and hit the page and exclaimed “Hey! I do that!”. For as long as I can remember the days of the week have had their own colours. They are always the same colour, however the transparency can very dependent on the importance of the day, this is something I have always used as a memory tool. The day itself is also broken up by transparency if I am thinking of the day alone, the morning is lighter and slowly gets darker toward the evening. It’s something I have always taken for granted, that peripheral part of my brain that I don’t always pay attention to kind of thought they were colours that had been imprinted from watching Play School, but I don’t see how that would explain the transparency thing….this is my week in colours:

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    The months of the year also have colours in my head and numbers seemed to be grouped into colours. It takes a weird concentration to think about them consciously and the more I do, the more I realise how many things in my brain are being recorded and stored using colours…I’m starting to think that this is how I see everything. It’s not that I don’t perceive the actual colour of things, but it’s like when I remember them I drop them into the blue, or the red, or the weird colour that I can’t even name box.

    Songs have colours. I have recognised these associated with lyrics and it’s how I remember them however, until now, I have never paid attention to colours swimming through rhythm or the way different instruments have coloured tinges that distinguish them from one another…but they are all there, they have just been kind of operating unnoticed all this time…I have known for a long time that I remember things visually, however I just never noticed that the visuals have this kind of unwarranted ‘coloured’ aspect.

    The most interesting thing I have contemplated so far, Audy, is my imaginaiads. You can check them out here. I don’t consciously choose their colours, they just happen, kind of like they choose themselves and they are very exact, right down to their faces, it is something I see rather than make up…if that makes sense. This sense of seeing usually extends to naming also, they have their names and all other names simply sound wrong to me, kind of like if you tried to convince me that that table is a beanbag. I am starting to think that on some level the imaginaiads I see are some sort of interpretation of the colours I associate with a person or what I know about a person….

    I’ve written a lot today, Audy, it’s just so fascinating! Do you see colours where there are none??

    Love & Colours,
    Caf

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