mellow yellow

Yellow has never been a colour I threw around a lot. A few daubs of it here and there are pleasant but I wouldn't have thought there was much yellow in this house. When Flossy started to use her new word, 'Yellow!' with such vehemence and even less accuracy, it seemed time to have a yellow hunt for a few little pops of it that might be malingering in a corner.

Fisher Price always provides a lovely yellow in a permanent plastic hue that never fades regardless of the varying ages of the school buses. Yes, they are all lined up and ready for an excursion.

"TADA! I am Mr Happy Yellow shirted Charlie Brown in my iconic lemony loveliness as always."

Here is a small yellow painting executed on a large pregnant lap on the couch one night. (I must have had a craving for yellow.)

This drawing seemed to be turquoise and red but, what is that I spy, a yellowy bit right there!

Here is the sunny vase from last year's trash and treasure. I need to grow white marguerite daisies to replace Voldermort's wand.

Yellow chicks in front of a yellow basket which, ironically, contains 'ello' building cubes.

The yellow sandy painting I made long ago for my pirate obsessed 6 year old boy. Below is his brother's bedside treasure chest and a resurrected Bob the builder hat for little sister.

Yellow birdies found in my favourite Sunshine Coast op shop. I have to sneak off there whilst others are fishing etc. My wonderful brother found the rest of their feathered family there later and reunited the whole flock.

These glasses were found at my best costume oppy when I was buying a cowboy outfit for myself. They didn't really match the theme that night but the whole family likes to have little raver moments in them from time to time.
A long time ago I met a boy who owned a yellow mini-moke and sang that old Donovan ditty,"I'm just mad about Saffron". I liked it. We married fourteen years ago today.

Happy Anniversary, big Fella!